Kamchatka

Sometimes I wish
I wasn't born.
Mixed emotions
about being here.
My thoughts just keep spinning.
Can't think clear.
It's not that I don't want to
keep things real.
But it's hard.
So hard.
So hard to feel free.
I wanna talk to people.
Be someones friend.
But I can't stand this pressure.
Try hard to stay sane.
As I meet you in the street
my head will turn down.
I would wanna get out of there.
Wouldn't wanna be found.
Oh, it's hard.
So hard.
So hard to feel free.