It's not just ***
Not just touching yourself when you please
It's your mind
What you've been thinking
What you've thought
What you've lost
Sometimes your never in that frame of mind and it haunts you
Because you want it
Want touch want pleasure
But you can't fathom
You can't feel
It's isolating
Un relatable
When your truly unhappy with yourself
Nothing is ****

My neighbors stay up all night
Doing ****
Slapping music
Talking loudly
And I remembered
For a slight minute what it feels like to live with no responsibility
Without meaning
How terrifying
How I'd sit alone in solitude
Hoping for something
And I wanna call the police because
I work
They don't
They live off the government
Do drugs
And get there children taken away
But I listen and let them be
Because, I don't know why
I feel bad in some ****** up *** way

Depression is numbness
Anxiety is pain
When they are mixed
It is like fire and rain
Except the fire never goes out
And the rain only becomes heavier

We walk these shorelines
leaving nothing but footprints
that waves wash away.

you’re the mentos to my coke
you make me all bubbly
and open me up
but boy you can make me explode