#phonenote

If I am changing the world one day at a time

Then why can’t I even make up my own mind?

My brain is a suitcase

and it is stuffed with things I don’t need

and yet I carry them around

I let them bury me, buy you can’t bury me

I am not a flower, I am a tree

But some days I do feel like a dizzy daisy

I let all the hope inside of me be sucked out by busy bees

And by busy bees I mean people who are too busy trying to change me when they are marked with their own flaws they’re too ignorant to see

But I guess ignorance is bliss.

But if ignorance is what bliss means

Then if I am feeling blissful does that mean I can’t see

the plainly visible right in front of me?

What am I missing?

My brain is a suitcase

There is a lock on the zipper I can’t get rid of

All the things I don’t need cluttering my brain I can’t get rid of

All the words that you said and all the opinions that I’ve read

I can’t get rid of it

My brain is a suitcase

and it is full to the brim

Maybe one day I’ll open my eyes

And my memories will pour out of them

At 7am I will be crying the weight of the world away

Until the suitcase encasing my brain

Is lying on my bedroom floor

But now I’ve caused a flood of salt-stained rain

It echoes in my ears and fills up my brain

No matter how hard I try to expel

All the things that make me crumble like shells

They always come back to me in a perfect circle

Of blue, red, green, yellow and purple

What I’m trying to say is

I’m not sure what I’m trying to say

All I know is maybe

Pills won’t save you

You’re as fragile as a bird

Your bones are turning hollow

And your eyes are a blur

Your words don’t translate

So no one understands

The world is blue and grey

And filled with mean men

So you open up your arms

And try to fly

But you end up falling

And life goes by

You wear a mask

It hides your eyes

Live in the dark

Live through lies