YearsNYears
my resting heart rate is in triple digits
the sun went down my spirit with it
I'm not having fun
I plan my day around medication
a rollercoaster of stimulation
and I'm not the only one
I left my journal out in the rain
hoping the storm would somehow wash away
all of those stupid repetitive entries
I've been writing for what feels like centuries
like years and years and years
I'll get out of bed and charge my fitbit
cause this time I swear it's different
I'm not giving up
I've got plans for rearranging
every part of me is changing
but not fast enough
if I left this body out in the rain
do you think the storm would somehow wash away
all of the extra weight, red face,
fine lines that I've spent so much time hating
like years and years and years
and years and years
every ocean is full of garbage
everyone I know is starving
for some sign of care
all my friends are missing pieces
we're all sad with no good reason
I know, it isn't fair
if I left the whole world out in the rain
you think the storm would somehow wash away
all of the tears and the crying,
all the grief and the dying
at the very least get struck by lighting
anything to keep us fighting
the next few
years and years and years
and years and years
years and years
