heathersart

I’m not on the ledge,
I’m hanging by a thread,
I’m still alive,
But I’m nearly dead.

Everyone said,
‘It’s all in your head’,
Yet none of you see,
That’s the real me.

I’m just a misfit,
I think up my words,
As if they’re lyrics,
I can’t find a place stand,
I don’t need to hold your hand.

Because let’s face the fact,
Drop the act,
I don’t wanna die,
I just wanna see the sky.

Every single day,
I always feel trapped,
I’m stuck in this town,
It’s bringing me down.

I claim it all the time,
It’s becoming cliche,
'I NEED TO GET OUT’
Is all I have left to say.