Butterflies

Butterflies in my head,

poison on my tongue,

staring at a wall,

oh please talk to me,

here we go again.

Are you?
You're not,
aren’t you
listening?

I need
someone

to get me through this
hazy
sense of
freedom.

Now that I’m here
with my headphones on,
I drown out the voices in my head.
They don’t want to go away,
they’d rather bounce around my thoughts
disturbing the peace and tranquility,
that took me years to build up.

I thought I had it under lock and key
Guess I was wrong

Are you?
You're not,
aren’t you
listening?

I need
Someone
To get me through these
vexatious,
distressing
truths that are boring through
my head.

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