angel winged devil

my bed never looked so put together.

the picture frames that lay rest on the night stand, stood quiet as ever.

I don’t remember the last time I sat in this silence. you wouldn’t even believe that I could float within this airless dome. no one would get it because “I never shut up and “I talk to loud”

no. it isn’t for attention I just learned to speak louder because you never heard me the first time. most people would say I sound more clear underwater but I am drowning cant you see?

my head is loud but yet so quiet. I am falling from everything and everyone.

some of you havent seen me in months but I am jsut tired. sleep deprived of all the energy i gave but never got. the on going years of feeling last im drained and i cant find the recharge button. at least i smiled and laughed and walked across the street as if my life has been great ever since i first opened my eyes.

i have my best friends now but i cant change how i feel. i am with them everyday and night but it distracts me from my collusial thoughts.

i just want to rest now. i just want to rest.