I had stitched every hole Every worn down place Yes, I was perfectly flawed But I was sewn tight together
The waves could come Shake me if they could But my stitching stayed strong I thought it always would
There's something new Hunting me down Sharp sharp claws My stitches fall to the ground
Like a torrent of rain Just enough to crack open The floodgates
I am lost in the river and I can't see the ground Praying for a hand to reach out but I won't make a sound
I feel like everything is great Except I've had more panic attacks in the last week then the rest of my life? And like I just don't want people to think i'm trying to 'be cool' cause 'everyone has anxiety sometimes you aren't special' but like, hahaha a therapist would be nice.