you are
the reason
i check my phone in the morning
your words flow through me
like blood through my veins
all the words you say
float above your head like clouds
in the sky
as sincere as your words seem
there is always that
''what if''
''what if'''
this isnt real
this isnt real
this isnt real
your smile aches my already
broken heart
broken mind
broken soul
you say you cannot help the stuff you do
but i cant help being broken
im an old soul thats been
battered and bruised
the ego that you carry around
is heavier than you love
you say you have for me
i stay awake for hours
hoping youll say the words
i long to hear
i long to see the fight you have
for your friends
the loyalty
the respect
i long to be the person that you
cant go a day without talking to
i long to see the fight in you
when i say im done
i want you to pick all the pieces
of me back up and
put them all back
together again
living with anxiety is
like living permanently in a
well
you cant get out
no one can hear you
youre trapped
alone
even when people look down at this well
all they see is the shadows of the
curves of your body
living with depression
a permanent look into the
abyss
a black hole
that just sucks
you in
inescapable
the fight you once had
suddenly evaporates
and then
its gone