Mar 24
I sit with my thoughts, they whisper, they creep,
Dark little secrets I swore I would keep.
I scare myself with the things I feel,
The weight, the doubt, are any of them real?
I smile, I laugh, I play along,
But inside, it all feels so wrong.
Is it me, or just my mind?
I’m scared to look, scared to find.
Dark little secrets I swore I would keep.
I scare myself with the things I feel,
The weight, the doubt, are any of them real?
I smile, I laugh, I play along,
But inside, it all feels so wrong.
Is it me, or just my mind?
I’m scared to look, scared to find.
I often get afraid of myself lately.. like what if i accidentally did this in real life? what if I was just disappeared god knows how.
