i feel like everything i do is wrong for me
every decision i make or don't make is deteriorating my life into nothing
i hate being forced to decide everything
the pressure is too much
my head's gonna explode
i can already feel my brain seeping out of my skull
hello? hello? is anyone there?
i need human touch.
i need to feel seen and not through a computer screen
i need to be looked right in the eyes and be able to stare back
a brown eyed mirror
brown eyes make the best mirrors
my friend doesn't think live action marco diaz is cute which drove me into a downward spiral which ended with me
downloading a mood tracker app
actually no, it ended with me writing this poem a few lines up
sertraline certified sertraline is too weak
i need some gum and some cold water
just to feel something
don't know where my head wants my heart to be but it ain't here
maybe it is here
the numb middle ground
between two boys
one i don't know anymore and one i've never known
the former stays gone
the latter has possibly never seen my face
the forrest and the lake are miles apart
like three thousand miles apart
i have much more pressing things to be doing than thinking about big little cavetown and live action marco diaz
but right now, everything seems to have the same level of importance: it's somewhere between bite-sized and fun-sized
deep breaths help sometimes
i feel the water i just drank in the apples of my face
soft and tingly
i miss her- nah, i just miss her not hating me
and not feeling guilty whenever i look at her
and to think i paint myself as altruistic.
i'm the farthest from that you can get.
i have to force myself to care about anything that doesn't in some way relate to the betterment of my mental health
..yeah
every decision i make or don't make is deteriorating my life into nothing
i hate being forced to decide everything
the pressure is too much
my head's gonna explode
i can already feel my brain seeping out of my skull
hello? hello? is anyone there?
i need human touch.
i need to feel seen and not through a computer screen
i need to be looked right in the eyes and be able to stare back
a brown eyed mirror
brown eyes make the best mirrors
my friend doesn't think live action marco diaz is cute which drove me into a downward spiral which ended with me
downloading a mood tracker app
actually no, it ended with me writing this poem a few lines up
sertraline certified sertraline is too weak
i need some gum and some cold water
just to feel something
don't know where my head wants my heart to be but it ain't here
maybe it is here
the numb middle ground
between two boys
one i don't know anymore and one i've never known
the former stays gone
the latter has possibly never seen my face
the forrest and the lake are miles apart
like three thousand miles apart
i have much more pressing things to be doing than thinking about big little cavetown and live action marco diaz
but right now, everything seems to have the same level of importance: it's somewhere between bite-sized and fun-sized
deep breaths help sometimes
i feel the water i just drank in the apples of my face
soft and tingly
i miss her- nah, i just miss her not hating me
and not feeling guilty whenever i look at her
and to think i paint myself as altruistic.
i'm the farthest from that you can get.
i have to force myself to care about anything that doesn't in some way relate to the betterment of my mental health
..yeah