Some **** about being depressed
Finding no point anymore
I keep searching for a reason
Nothing comes to mind

I appreciate the material
I know the motive though
Distracting me from the pain
You stung into my skin
You couldn’t even bring yourself to
Apologize
Excuses were the only words
You could use

She keeps reminding me
Only till the end of summer
Why don’t I believe her?
The calendar feels like it
Should have already been flipped
Will I really get to see them at the end of
Summer?
Will the freedom have been
Worth it?

I wish I could draw
While looking over your shoulder
To remind you in person
How talented you are

Fog rolls in
Clouding my judgement
Every muscle in my body wants to reach
For the green bag I store you in