days get shorter and nights are longer
Friends have disappeared
Or maybe I just left
Some days I don’t leave my bed
Other days just pass me by
I forget what it’s like to have fun
To be needed by someone
Do you ever get like that
Where you wait for a week to shower and can’t remember if you ate anything
The days where you’ve worn the same clothes because you’ve haven’t washed anything you own
Where you can’t tell if your lazy or depressed and then the sadness swallows you up again and all you want to do is not exist
So you slowly **** yourself
Along with your existence