Another rambling poemthing by a boobiechick about feeling sick ✌️ (Cause no one can get enough of those! But it feels nice to share it somewhere so sorry folks, you got the short straw)
Anyone want to share anything? How are you? How is today?
Can someone open the door?
I don’t think that I want to stay here anymore
This room isn’t like I remember it
The floor is cracking and the windows stick
If you like you can come in and sit
Down by the fireplace here honey, but the hearth isn’t lit
Could someone give me a hand?
I think I underestimated how out of place I would end
Listen, if you’re quiet enough you can hear them out there
Feel the whispers and scrapes, they are everywhere
They must realize now, what I didn’t too
You can’t unlock the door, when it closes on you
Can someone crack a window?
I promise I won’t escape, I’d just like to show
That I made it as pretty here as I could you know
The curtains hang brightly and look at that rug
If you didn’t know better, you’d think I had all the luck
But I’m staying here forever, I am forever here stuck
Together with my faceless friends, we’ll never get up
We see the world and know damn well, we’ll never get out
Scratch our faces in the walls again,
You know.. I think I’m burnt out.