Note to Self
I want to trust you, I don’t wanna cry
But it's taken some years, to build this wall
Not to run in cry in bathroom stall
I tried to get up, don’t get me wrong, but I keep slipping, falling desperately
I called for help, but you ignored them, each time you incline your head more
Your hollow words pierced my heart, the pain grew like a fire from within
My feelings were ablaze, bright as can be
Sadly, you grew numb, the fire died and I took the burn of it all
It’s taken some time to get past the sting
Let me ask you,
Are you afraid of yourself?
You should be
You can do things, no one will believe
I’m trying to hold on to this fake interpretation of myself, this hollow definition of self, but I’m losing my grip
I think I’ll just slip
Darling, listen to my words and remember me, for later I just might not be
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