i live inside my mind it's a broken home negative thoughts line the walls insecurities cook in the kitchen broken is an understatement i'm internal not external i won't tell you i'm dying you will see it, feel it, hear it that's how i am it's how i'll always be i don't think i will ever be set free from myself
Sometimes, I don't listen to the words you speak. Instead, I watch as your lips curve and shape each sssound. Sometimes, I don't hear a word you've said, but I agree with every breath you've drawn between them.