my people pleasing a$$ just told the driver who was about to hit me while i was walking down the street that I'm totally fine then cry my eyes out because i was terrified
"but it's not real and you don't exist
and i can't recall the last time I was kissed
it hits me in the car and it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before"
"you look so tired I know it's hard how we're thrown into this life
Then one day we must die
Even after we're all long gone
But that river will flow on"
Sometimes I think you hush yourself before you speak,
because sometimes saying what we really feel
is like throwing ourselves through a window,
and we're all afraid it will remain in tact
while we shatter.