I’m running away from all my problems
I’m so sick of going outside
Might need a treadmill in my apartment
I’m only hiding, not trying to die
Swimming in the rain
Waiting for another day
Drowning in the pain
When everything’s the same
I’m building a bridge to get over friends
I don’t have a straw this time
Weak bolts make me fall again
I suck up all the tears that flood my life
I’m floating on my back
Can’t see anything underneath
Maybe it’s better without a raft
Maybe I’ll feel some sort of teeth
Brush against my leg
Give me goosebumps down my spine
But the only thing that bothers me is seaweed
I feel fine.
Tiger's Daydream 