I'm looking through my posts and I still feel them.
It's still relatable.
I'm still not okay.
I still hide behind a mask.
God save me..
https://open.spotify.com/track/1lnongQG3fZXFBXmWHm1dU?si=S0QouWOFTGGZv7Ez2ts4jA Where did all the good things go That used to get me high when I needed them the most? I wanna know Is all I'll be A broken thing? Is it just me? I wanna know Why, why I feel like this Like I'm alone in the world, I don't fit in my skin? And I'm afraid of the day, so I don't wanna talk And it weights so much, I want everything to stop When did everything become so real? When did mom trade in that cape for pills? How come I don't feel the things I used to feel? And lost that trust in myself? Tell me Will I ever be significant to someone if I don't feel like I'm worthy When lookin' at everything I've done? I wanna know when I started this overthinking Believing the shit I tell myself, pulling away from everyone I wanna know if this is really forever Am I just defective or would I get better, if I could let it go? And if a heart gets broke in half, will I ever get it ba...
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