3.2 | The End of Infinity

[v.]

because, I'm bleeding,
gnashes on my knees
bruises on my arms,
because I keep falling,
down, down, down.
and does it have to be like this?

imagine a world,
where we were free to be,
whatever we wanted to,
and the cuts didn't matter
we would just survive.
and maybe one day we'd thrive.

so, I'll stay awake. awake. awake,
waiting for the day,
the day we can finally escape our own minds,
the voices will all go away,
shut the door on our damned demons.

sometimes, I feel inferior,
insignificant,
waiting for the day,
waiting my life away,
waiting,
waiting.

someday, we'll come up. come up. come up.

but who knows when someday will be?

for now, I can only try,

and

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{inspired by 'Ode to Sleep' by Twenty Øne Piløts.}