21

It messes with my head again.
Misgivings, lack of faith, disposition.
Thought I had it all together.
When the smoke reaches the ceiling,
I’m calling it in, I’ve forgotten the feeling.
I’ve forgotten the feeling of home.

Birthdays, mimic the taste, of all the praise.
Lost friends, fake friends.
Long rants, lost confidence.

Too tired to go to sleep.
Too weak to move this feet.
Too scared to run away.
The boy has lost his way.

21 and lost in life.
Where’s everyone?
Lost in the wild life.

Too young to die,
Too late to start again.

I’m like dust on a shelf, mannequin of myself.
It's all that's left. They left me bereft.

I’m like dust on a shelf, mannequin of myself.
I’m losing my sleep, I’m losing myself.