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.