i hate sundays
Rosie Carney
On Sundays
I hang around the driveway
Where I'd come out to meet you
When we were young
Don't need you or anyone
I'm stronger
Sleep longer when I'm alone
I'm better
Than ever I told you so
See I could
Say anything, but it's still
Embarrassing to admit
That I'm afraid of hurting myself again
Unable, unstable
It's crystal clear
Legs shaking, backbreaking
I'll disappear
Time stopping, heart dropping
I close my eyes
Shit talking, sleepwalking
It's no surprise
Ears ringing, lips stinging
My sister cried
Blood racing, I'm pacing
To stay alive
