I'm having an attack
and I don't know who to
call.
I don't know if I'll
ever break down
these walls of
social insecurity.
"Who would want to listen to me?"
Listen to me ramble,
and scramble for
footholds.
Watch me fold in
on myself,
shelfing mentally the
moment
the date
the weight of this
particular distress.
Give me a minute,
I'll just compress it.
Target 1: learn to admit
when you need help.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
I'm having an attack
and I don't know who to
call.
I don't know if I'll
ever break down
these walls of
social insecurity.
"Who would want to listen to me?"
Listen to me ramble,
and scramble for
footholds.
Watch me fold in
on myself,
shelfing mentally the
moment
the date
the weight of this
particular distress.
Give me a minute,
I'll just compress it.
Target 1: learn to admit
when you need help.
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