Chambers

It's as sad as pathetic Putting myself here It's hard to say the Words out loud and It's hard to speak of Mind can't shut up And I wish it would just shut up It's difficult to moronically See no change In the fact that I'd rather sleep next to a Fucking knife Or something that would kill me Than just sleep alone With the faced reality I, it would be an easy choice just to To discontinue the effort To be loved But I can't be alone I'd rather sleep next to a Ticking time bomb Completely unaware as to When it would Explode rather than Sleeping all alone Because I'd rather sleep next to a knife Just anything than can hurt me Will do just fine Rather than risk Hearing my own Fucking heartbeat Sleep is nothing Nothing is who I feel I am Am I stuck in this Forever is a foreign concept to you You use the word so loosely I slip in and out again These vertical walls are closing in The horizontal ones aren't High enough I reach the ceiling now I've reached the top Therefore It's not pretty is it The result Of a fucked up bed Fucked up kid but I'd rather sleep Next to a knife Than hear My own heart beating How fucking pathetic are you Answer the question I'll answer the question I just can't sleep alone I can't stand The gut wrenching sound Of my own heart beating So fucking loud God I can't seem to worry When the bomb will go off I don't care I don't even care I'm more scared of my Own heart beating sounds So I'm off your list It's not fucking pretty is it Are you Still Gonna sleep next to me Or do I have to sleep alone again I'm just so I can't hear it anymore