i’m losing my own mind,
with the swollen heart i got.
i have feelings of being left behind,
your memories replay in my thoughts.
once i cry myself to sleep,
flashbacks start to pour in quick.
you cut a wound too deep,
thanks to you i feel uncomfortable and sick.
guilt is all i feel,
as interest is slowly fading away.
don’t know if i’ll be able to heal,
with anxiety stopping by to play.
did you understood when i said,
“no, stop.”
you didn’t dare to listen as i was upset,
undefeated my knees dropped.
personal and real