No preasure, No thoughts

Other than the ocean celing

Constantly hanging above

Like the snow falling down

Colapsing into fragments of memories

Shattering the ground

From the bottom off the ocean

Iv'e painted a cloud

Something to hide for myself

Something no one can ever tie

And they all stop by to tell me

How tierd I look, how worn down I am

So whats the point?

My broken bed

Staring for hours

Holding my breath

Collapsing under the weight of regret

In silence, I sleep

There is no one here but me

Like snow, falling down

Drowning in thoughts

Holding me down

Cold as lies