"Writing is the geometry of the soul."
Plato

PASS OUT
I’m gonna pass out I say with one sharp breath
As I dig my fist into my chest
I’m gonna pass out runs around my head
And to God I start to beg
I’m gonna pass out but why? They won’t tell me!
I don’t know what they can’t see
I’m gonna pass out it’s in the color of my cheeks
And they ignore my swollen feet
I’m gonna pass out I tell myself all day and some nights
So I stay home so I’m alright
I’m gonna pass out and not wake up this time
That’s the thought that runs my mind
I’m gonna pass out and what will they all see when I do
Picturing it but I aint gotta clue
I’m gonna pass out with a lot of regrets unsaid things too
Lies that haven’t been turned to truth
I’m gonna pass out, there I go, my face turns blue
I don’t think there was ever anything I could do