Sep 2019
I couldn't be less seen
If I was invisible
The air crushes inwards
Like I'm buried under the sea
I'm disassociating slowly
Floating away
Into cyberspace
While people argue semantics
I walk slowly away
If I was invisible
The air crushes inwards
Like I'm buried under the sea
I'm disassociating slowly
Floating away
Into cyberspace
While people argue semantics
I walk slowly away
Tomorrow, I'll probably be fine. I'll talk again, and no one will notice that anything is different.
It's not that no one cares. I'm just good at hiding the fact that I am feeling anything but fine.
It's not that no one cares. I'm just good at hiding the fact that I am feeling anything but fine.
