i’m tired of my life
i’m scared to hear my own voice
i’m scared of here
i’m scared to know i have a voice
i’m afraid of the future
i’m afraid with the future
i’m afraid through the future
i’m afraid in the future
and everywhere
i feel like everywhere is now and here and the future
i think my family hates me
i don’t know which direction is up
i’m afraid of how much i change
i’m afraid of change
i’m afraid of writer’s block
i’m afraid i’m writer’s block
i hate my moments
i hate my hands
i hate thinking i hate myself
i hate the thought “i hate myself”
i know the answer
i think “i know the answer”
i hate the thought “i know the answer”
i am sorry for everything i’ve done
i’m ready to leave now
not like that
i mean like go live in a monastery or something
i’m afraid i’ll never perform in new york city
i am afraid i’m becoming my mother
i’m afraid i’m stagnating
i’m afraid i’ll never fall in love
i’m afraid this will never change
i’m afraid i’ll always be afraid
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