."My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send."
My heart leaps at the connection of lyrics. My depression formulates.
Reality hits me all at once.
"I got neighbours, they're more like strangers; we could be friends."
I look deeply into myself. I'm aware that I'm hidden beneath a façade. Could they ever accept the real me? Would they still fancy me?
"I just need a way out of my head. I'll do anything for a way out of my head."
Forever hidden, my emotions remain. This melody brings my subconscious to the surface. My persona preventing the reality and potential felicitations;
My thoughts scatter.
Am I still worthy of their affections?
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
."My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send."
My heart leaps at the connection of lyrics. My depression formulates.
Reality hits me all at once.
"I got neighbours, they're more like strangers; we could be friends."
I look deeply into myself. I'm aware that I'm hidden beneath a façade. Could they ever accept the real me? Would they still fancy me?
"I just need a way out of my head. I'll do anything for a way out of my head."
Forever hidden, my emotions remain. This melody brings my subconscious to the surface. My persona preventing the reality and potential felicitations;
My thoughts scatter.
Am I still worthy of their affections?
I'm drunk and I miss being poetic.
I miss Mac so much.
