Just a prisoner of my own thoughts
They hold me captive like closed bars
Secluded, alone, living on mars
I breath my own air
Don’t let anyone close afraid they’d suffocate
But they don’t know
They think that they’re the problem
Yet the issues are my own.

I spend my time counting stars
They seem to be the only things that don’t run out
Always thinking ,always in doubt
Wondering how long it’d take the one that came to heal me to call it quits
to develop claustrophobia and decide the cage they entered was getting too tight for them to breath
It’s just a matter of time
I’ve learned not to have high hope’s so I’m never really broken when they’re gone
only cracked.

Just a prisoner of my own thoughts
They hold me underwater
Gave me gills for lungs
They made my home the ocean
I don’t let anyone come over afraid they’d drown
But they dont know
They think that they’re the problem
Yet the issues are my own.

I’ve grown a little strong
Been trying to find the key to the lock that has my fate on hold
Before my thoughts become kryptonite and pain is all I know,
Before the voices turn loud and barricade my soul,
Before they convince me to call this place my home.

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