Coma

Brain so full heart so empty

Don't even have thoughts

Synapses hectic

I could pick apart the seams

Disappointment gives me dopamine

I dream of the day where I desert the last of you

Show me a healthier way that I can live my truth

Til that day I'll waste away promise you'll stay i'll do it from the stage

Why am I?

Always like this

Why am I?

A mess I wish

That the blood bubbling under my skin would stop burning

And I just can't be fixed

They told me work to harder

Told me to make myself a martyr

Kinda wish I'd given up years ago

Before I got a taste for the afterglow

Now I'm headed out to the guillotine

I call it self care wrapped in a dream

I'll stick around til I reign supreme

So you can mourn the queen of the doldrum scene

Put me into a coma

For just a little time

A quick brain rest would be the best

Then maybe I'll be fine