It has been so long since I have cried, its like I’m dried up on the inside.
This life that I’m living doesn’t feel like mine, it feels like I’m watching from miles behind.
I sit and I ponder my thoughts are so loud, I don’t notice that I’m sitting in a silent cloud.
I sit and I think to all to myself, what it would be like to be someone else.
This is what kills me from deep inside, that I am not happy with how I reside.
I open the door to what I would change, from then on I get deranged.
I pick out my most insecure things and I see, how things would turn out if I wasn’t me.
Lengthen out the legs make them skinner too, flatten out the tummy just a few things I’d do.
I can’t help but think of these things that I would rearrange, like somehow that’ll help with some big ole change.
Everyone has moments when they are feeling low, mine somehow just never seem to go.
I can only hope that by sharing these thoughts of mine, that maybe it’ll help someone else on down the line.
It helps to feel like you’re not alone, it’s a shame hearts aren’t made of stone.