Fat And Depressed.
Grey hole
I feel like I can't breathe like the grey air surrounding me is smothering me
And somewhere close by there's a iron cage that's shutting.
Suddenly I realize I'm trapped inside.
Life fucking sucks when you can't get a break.
And isn't that what this is suppose to be?
A break away from this place.
I'd rather be here than go back to the grey hole.
The greyhound truckin along the dead road with the ugly dead trees
I can't breathe anymore

I don't want to use him as an escape.
Like just "hold on" a little longer and it'll all be over.
I want to be able to bring something to plate as well. I want to bring my side, my home, my own.
But it fucking blows because I hate my life, my place, my home so much.
You know what it feels like?
Like a ton of bricks pile on top of my chest.
It feels like a sick heavy blanket wrapped around me and I'm all tied up and I can't free myself no matter what I do. It feels like everyone else is together happy and comfortable and I'm isolated and stranded and I can't get back. It feels like I can scream so loud till my throat bleeds but no once can hear me or take me seriously. It feels like I want to close my eyes and shut all this out. It feels like I'm falling apart.
It feels like I can't breathe anymore.