i wish i could just wake up and erase the past nine months
wash me away like bleached water
running down the clogged drain
i am trapped inside the responsibility of living
i suppose i shouldn't stretch this so much
but there's no possibility of sunrise
when i can't see anyone smile
the sun will burn our skin
even in the foggiest days.
the storm has come and
will take us away.
i know i've been here before,
i just don't know when.
i wish i could scream i'm dying,
but there would be nothing left to say.