Running away is easierLeaves a different messI can’t fake smiles anymoreIt gets old quickAnd wears on my soulThis air is thickI feel it pushing on meBut the wind racing through the window
chases it awayThe speed surpasses all the things that
eat away at meJust the sound of Indie RockAnd the thoughts in my head That fade slowly Until I silence them awayMaybe if I pretend they don’t exist they’ll really be gone…Even for a minute I need some solaceNope, that didn’t workJust focus on the roadAnd the trees whizzing byI don’t want to be here anymoreI’m tired of being scared Of myself Of others Of being trapped Of my soul’s hungerI need to break free from these confines of fear
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way