Sandpaper

the past year and a half have been so strange
as an introvert I never changed my ways
but it’s giving me that existential dread
that I’ll be forced to stay at home locked in my head
same old albums stuck on repeat
yeah, the run-through, sorry three
but they’re making me feel something
so I’ll drain them till they’re me

well, just let me be
I’m tired of feeling nothing
or maybe feeling too much something
could it be
that when I wake up I’m still clutching
to my false realities
where I’m not lonely?
but I’m so lonely

the past eight months have taken to my hands
putting stock into my words and my demands
brain cells trickling down to graphite fingertips
I can write it out at least if I don’t know what it is
but it’s all rehashing fire in my chest
I’m still so angry, but you’ve gathered that I guess
I just can’t fathom hurting anyone like that
but you did and I can’t believe that’s fact

well, just let me be
I’m tired of feeling nothing
or maybe feeling too much something
could it be
that when I wake up I’m still clutching
to my false realities
where I’m not lonely?
but I’m so lonely

and there’s a lot of things I think will always burn
like sandpaper gloves
no matter how you put it they still hurt
gotta scrape off my own skin to fall in love again

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Katie for sharing your art with us in this community you are a part of. Your words and truth were very touching and I'm sure we have all experienced them at some point in life. Thank you for being brave and sharing them.