today’s the kind of day of 

bricks weighed on my chest 

and choking on the lyrics and gasping for one breath 

it sounds like voice cracks over piano 

can’t even sing through a sad song  

my shaky legs and feet on the ground can’t seem to get along

my hands feel like an earthquake 

my eyes a window on rainy days 

even the knives that are my thoughts could not cut through the haze 

the cause is a rhetorical question

unanswered and unresolved 

but my brain and body disagree and I don’t wanna get involved

so now my bed feels quite like quicksand 

only got up to close the door

i don’t feel like doing anything 

what am i even good for?

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