breakdown
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It's nights like this
Where my mind is a cage
My thoughts rattling around behind the bars
Negativity
Hate
Anxiety
Insecurity
Screaming at my from every angle
I can't process my thoughts
Kicked in the stomach
But standing straight
Smile on
But inside tears escape
Bruno mars and backseat singing
windows rolled down
highway swerving
In a little white house,
all lights are off except for one.
In a bathroom, a woman sits on the floor
A breakdown has begun.
Hair's a wreck
I’m scared of myself
For when school starts
See, I’m not depressed
But in form time
My mind works overtime
After all the people leave—
The raucous laughter has died down, goodbyes have been said,
The lights have all gone out, and people have left for some other party—
What happens to a building?
