I’m the one who locked myself in
But I still look outside

I say i love you like hello
Missing you quietly
Your warmth seeps into my bed sheets
Remind me of your embrace
You reminding me of dew in the morning
Sticking to everything i have including myself

I am worried about my future
Everyone says it's fine
That i can take it slow
I’m young i don't need to know what i
Want to do
But I am lost in a backstreet road that i have never walked down
A forgotten town that i don’t know the streets too
I am lost and everyone says it's fine
Without knowing the way or the destination
They tell me too keep going but what if the places I find
Are not what i wanted
What have i wanted
Were am i wanted

I am worried about my future
Everyone says it's fine
That i can take it slow
I’m young i don't need to know what i
Want to do
But I am lost in a backstreet road that i have never walked down
A forgotten town that i don’t know the streets too
I am lost and everyone says it's fine
Without knowing the way or the destination
They tell me too keep going but what if the places I find
Are not what i wanted
What have i wanted
Were am i wanted

and what if there chains i think tie me down aren't tied to anything and the only thing holding me back is my fear of being free

the glass is refillable

Depression is the demon in my bed that keeps me warm
It becomes my only friend when I push everyone else away
It knows my fears and wishes
Depression walks with me at night we talk to the stars and whisper with the trees
Depression nodded along when I told my father I’m suicidal depression hugged me in the backseat when he didn’t reply
Depression has kept me company when no one else did it shows me how beautiful the world can be because I know I will miss it
I will miss life but I don’t with to be living maybe my ghost will wonder the world and if that will be the case maybe happiness will come along