Lungs

I try not to look at myself

Cause I'll get sad and go to bed

I'll keep compromising my health

Burn my lungs until I'm dead

I know I'm the reason I already feel so weak at 21

I don't wanna see it

Cause seeing is believing and that's no fun

I get bored and lose my temper

Lashing out because I can

Something inside me is off center and it doesn't align with who I am

But I don't wanna feel that way

I'm disconnected disengaged and everything feels like a chore

I'm trapped in the mundane and when I start to catch a break

It comes back in another form

If my body is a temple

I don't agree with it's beliefs

Feel the fire like a devil

Turning to apostasy

Wait 'til the 11th hour to start my day and take a shower

Circling the drain 'til I melt

Mouth is dry, mood is sour and I can't give myself the power

To get up and make use of myself