Hollow star

When I drift off the sun goes on I sigh and I wake up sore. A cup of coffee for my soul and I start my day as a howl. My chest is numb and I get on the bus I have to take to go at that prison for my soul it's how I start my day as a howl. At first I laugh I try to breathe but the air is getting thick, then I shut everything up and the time seems to shut down. At home I take a shaky sigh not ready yet for all those lies, of my parents being fine and for their sentences made of dread. Yeah it's how pass my life as a hollow star.