I look up at the sky as if its written in the stars

and the bottom of the glass as I sit down at the bar

I was just fifteen when I knew what I was missing

turned 17 as reality started shifting

there are only so many ways you can dress a wound

you could bleed to death if you don't wrap it soon

ignorance is bliss, it's what I've always heard

being this self aware definitely makes it worse

when real and fake melt together and combine into one

I will say that I'm fine and laugh it off with a pun

The darkness is always present, but unbearable when it spreads

when the voices start pointing out all of the monsters under my bed

no amount of mattresses can cover up this pea

this is I guess how I was always  meant to be