pity at the seams.
I need you
I feel this familiar darkness taking me where I think is a normal hiding place for little remarks and accusations to deliberate, but through the wandering eye is a half life I’ve been living
now my eyes wont stop drowning in tears
I think it’s a panic attack but I also think I’m going crazy
like bipolar, but more of the sad emotion is on cue
then I stop
I think I go numb at this point
I can feel the sadness in my thoughts but depression is no longer a feeling that is in control
but I’m still numb
maybe the depression is taking a fifteen
it does take strong work ethic to organize such a continuous work week in this redundant schedule
feeling this way becomes second nature
I still need you
there’s not enough tissues in a box to clean up the mess I made
I’m ugly when I cry
you can’t fix ugly nor can I fix all this