Bleeding - Demons
I remember not breathing.
Just laying there, staring at the ceiling.
I remember everything.
The feeling of not being able to move.
The memories of better days no longer finding me.
This place is far too dark for sunshine.
Dont tell me im wrong, i know im right.
I have to be, too much is wrong with me.
But no one can see that.
The only thing they see is my smile.
The only thing they say is how are you.
And dont even get me started on their fake sympathy for me.
I just dont get it ; living.
I mean, its really bothersome.
Remembering all over again.
But sometimes i forget things.
Like where i went wrong.
Or if i enjoy little things in life.
I have to remind myself that everything is okay.
And sometimes, i just have to remember.
But i cant.
And then i wake up.
I get ready for today. And tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that.
And the same thing over and over again.
Until i forget.
When someone finally notices,
When someone finally asks me whats wrong,
I dont know what to say.
Because in that moment,
All i remember is not breathing.
Me, just laying there in thought,
Always staring at the damn ceiling.