Well these days I'm not fine
Sitting and staring at flowers that aren't mine
Breathing a breeze that smells of seawater
Thinking of my heart beneath those distant waves
I need someone but no one can help me
Everyone says to "get some help please"
What does that look like through my lenses?I
Help for you is not help for me
Help for them is not help you you
Help for me is a mystery
Shrouded and ambiguous
It flies like migrating birds far beyond my reach
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
Well these days I'm not fine
Sitting and staring at flowers that aren't mine
Breathing a breeze that smells of seawater
Thinking of my heart beneath those distant waves
I need someone but no one can help me
Everyone says to "get some help please"
What does that look like through my lenses?I
Help for you is not help for me
Help for them is not help you you
Help for me is a mystery
Shrouded and ambiguous
It flies like migrating birds far beyond my reach
//On anxiety//
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