Blocked Up

It’s so hard to swallow, all the lumps in my throat, on the tip of my tongue,
and I still choke.
If you squeeze me I might bleed just what I’m feeling.
I feel so empty.
Staring through a window, but a curtain covers it.
I must be so foolish.
All this junk in my pockets is starting to hurt my leg.
It’s starting to weigh me down.
I’m down but I’m not out.
It’s so hard to swallow all the lumps in my throat, on the tip of my tongue,
and I still choke.
If you squeeze me I might bleed just what I’m feeling.
I feel so empty.
There is a Band-Aid on my finger, but the scar is in my head. I feel so
exhausted.
I stare into a mirror, and I’m staring back at me.
I’m looking down at the ground, all around.
I’m down but I’m not out.
I try to see clearly, but my eyes are half shut.
There’s a cloud around my head 'cause I’m all blocked up.
It’s so hard to swallow, all the lumps in my throat, and I still choke.
If you squeeze me I might bleed just what I’m feeling. I feel so empty.