There’s only night.

I feel like I don’t belong in this time
The mind is the Somme , 1916
A war in the trenches, inside my head
Fighting to survive? Or fighting to live?

Caged I feel on this August day

Walls closing on my mind and body
Sweat breaks, panic arrises
Is this how living feels?
Find myself in an endless spiral
Negative thoughts as a video viral
Time passed and I’m getting more sad
I think my person, is a person bad
This world doesn’t need me
You would’t need me for your cup of tea
I only see this world from behind the glass
Please let this lonely feeling pass
It’s a war, my head a battlefront
Facing the world is far from peace

At the moment I see no light
At the moment, there’s only night.


Marc

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