JamieDayDream

Where is me?

Crushed in little bits 

thoughts rushing quick 

my own self, drifting sick

tired body dispatched with no grip

 

running with no fuel

my heart stops cruel

stiff small, looked at like a fool

memorizing what feeling was normal

 

an song not quite finished 

the beat with no purpose

is my life worthless

still sing to feel like a person