"And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"
-Goo Goo Dolls

I wanna breathe something else than this air I'm breathing.
Its stupid how at times I feel trapped but I know I'm free.
I am tired but I am ready.
Then there on the other side, they try to define me from a clogged up conversation which means nothing.
Encumbered, I feel holy &wounded.
No cause. It's self-inflicting, I guess.
I'd just bleed to know that I'm alive.