Autism

Shiver runs down my spine
not a thing in my room to find
like in a prison, i sit in the corner of the room
my feelings grow, at least they bloom
and i feel like i crawl inside myself
walls comming nearer and nearer everyday
i feel like i’ll never come back
from this trip
sometimes i breathe my own pain and i see
poison’s the only thing — it’s there for me
like in a prison, i sit in the corner of the room
my feelings grow, at least they bloom
and i feel like i crawl inside myself
walls comming nearer and nearer everyday
i feel like i’ll never come back
from this trip