So the panic is sinking in, that fear that grips at my heart.
I feel exposed, naked on your lawn for all to view and judge.
Here I am. But I'm not here really.
To be this open is not me, for someone who talks alot, I don't
like people to know who I am.
Why am I doing this, why do I turn a perfect day into a drama.
I can't handle the dread that grips at mind, fingering my thoughts, playing with my emotions.
The cold hand taking my safe, warm body and turning into a weapon to hold against me.
To hate yourself, your body for what it has allow you to go though is a hard thought
to change from.
Sleep is a gift I wish would return, to lay and not to be afraid.
Night with her long curtain with its star studs close heavy over my bed.
This is the way it is
This is the way of my mind
I just wish for a night, the world didn't close in but stay at a distance that I could watch and admire
I wish for a moment, my mind was mine so I could remind it that; I am safe
I feel exposed, naked on your lawn for all to view and judge.
Here I am. But I'm not here really.
To be this open is not me, for someone who talks alot, I don't
like people to know who I am.
Why am I doing this, why do I turn a perfect day into a drama.
I can't handle the dread that grips at mind, fingering my thoughts, playing with my emotions.
The cold hand taking my safe, warm body and turning into a weapon to hold against me.
To hate yourself, your body for what it has allow you to go though is a hard thought
to change from.
Sleep is a gift I wish would return, to lay and not to be afraid.
Night with her long curtain with its star studs close heavy over my bed.
This is the way it is
This is the way of my mind
I just wish for a night, the world didn't close in but stay at a distance that I could watch and admire
I wish for a moment, my mind was mine so I could remind it that; I am safe
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