Nagging me, in the back of my spirit,
Is unsure feelings of something similar to anxiety,
Kick up the pace, lead me to the back porch.

Let me see what you've made in the grass,
I see it now and its hurts to look at it,
A glass gun, humming it's song.

Solidifying, am I?
I wish it felt like I was solidifying,
Maybe If I was solid, I'd feel complete.

In the backyard you've got a small raygun too,
Harmless but I'm still attracted to you,
Stop pointing that at me.

I don't wanna try anything anymore,
Been pushing and doing for hours to years on end,
Don't look at me with those eyes.

Father, I love you
Mother, I love you
Brother, I love you
Sisters, I love you
Grandmas, I love you
Grandpas, I love you
Friends, I love you
Pets, I love you
Exes, I love you
Abusers, I love you
Music, I love you
Drawing, I love you
Writing, I love you

Life, I hate you