Yes, but the doors are locked and the curtains are drawn
You beg me to unlock a window, a door, anything
I've begged myself too
Racked my brain trying to remember how I last found my way to you, bloodied my hands attempting to break my way through
I can just never seem to find a doorway when I most need it
I promise I will let you in when I do
And I hope you understand this is just as painful and frustrating for me as it is for you
I love youπ I pray you can see itπ
Very bad anxiety, like social anxiety, is making it hard for me to talk to and spend time with people I love right now. I just can't focus and overanalyze what I say. Trying not to get down. I'll be back to myself again soonπ