don't tell me when i'm grieving
this happened for a reason
maybe one day we'll talk about dreams that had to die
for new ones to come alive
but while i wait for the smoke to clear
you don't even have to speak
just sit with me in the ashes here
together we’ll pray for peace
in every harmless smile
a friend gives
or every gentle touch
i receive from loved ones
you still have a grip on me
i can feel it now
that's why i claw at my skin
to get you off of me
will you ever leave?
(4/4)
on a campus
that you don't
know how to get to
or so i think
when is the last time you even thought of me?
probably that night
right?
but i'm not that lucky
on days like this
you are all i think about
would that make you happy?
knowing that i feel all the pain you caused
(3/4)
you know that feeling when you’re in public and you just said something either surprising/unexpected and everyone is looking at you not saying anything? you know that feeling? well imagine feeling that feeling constantly, regardless of your surroundings. that’s how anxiety feels.
when i see you
i see an opportunity
for a dry erase timeline
sketching out our predictions for the future
when i see you
i see an eraser
i’m scared you’ll end everything
before it even begins