i am unchartered territory, characterized by deep sighs and alibi's.
i am a little version of him she says, well those arent lies.
i am the wind pouring through your window at night
and i am clinically something that doesn't sound right.
i am my name on the broken street sign,
and you said it would be better in time well fuck lying
and fuck time, they say we don't get enough
spend time bleeding my lungs dry with every cough.
and when i write it's nothing like iambic pentameter
like Shakespeare, rattling out riddles under so much pressure
now my mum says she's sorry
but i don't have to worry because i am so annoying and she'll cut me out by morning
again.
and everyday i hear of something new that i lack
and everytime i breathe i feel my fucking bones crack. if that.