Ballet Slippers and Newspapers

They Don't Make Sense

My thoughts are broken
They don't make sense
And when I try to tell them
They get caught in my throat

I feel broken
Like I don't make sense
With no friends to tell
That I am living in a lifeboat

My lifeboat is broken
And the yelling in it doesn't make sense
But in this lifeboat, someone must go
And I am the weakest

My words are broken
And they might not make much sense
But these are my thoughts
And I can't let them catch in my throat