It’s too much,
Thing after a thing
Drowning in this black hot coffee, not enough
Being in that super-hero suit is not good anymore
Golden liquid doesn’t burn me as it used to.
The smoke coming out of my lungs are a voiceless scream
Living life in break and escape rooms are…well, not living
Holding my breath so I can breathe one day is merely surviving
My shivering frozen heart waiting for you seems like a lifetime
I forgot what is normalcy
Hiding behind the sound of my bluetooth seems exhausting
The dark cozy room fails to provide comfort
Writing about it doesn't vent as it used to
The sound of your voice is lightyear far...
It’s just too much,
Thing after a thing, and a thing
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