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sunlight in your eyes swear i’d die a thousand times just to see that again oh, you shine so bright “maybe another night” you know that i’ll be here ‘til then

my brain tells me that i’m boring so you must think so too i guess i’ll just sit and think of something else to do

it always feels like my work is never done and i quit my job back before 2021 so why does it seem like i’ll never get a break i’m pulling my hair out when i should be in a better mental state

you hang around in my sink so much so it’s hard to think and every time that you’re put away you show back up another day

all you’ve ever known was home after broken home i wish you didn’t choose to make one of your own

what if i stopped asking questions constantly seeking external validation and started trusting myself enough to already know the answers

i want so badly to be like them calm, relaxed, poised — content

if i had a safe space to write about these things where would i start? where would i begin?

it’s your birthday and i’m in the worst way sitting here crying feels like i’m dying wishing things could change i tell them i’m okay there’s nothing else to say it all feels the same i wish things would change why did you go away?

if i lay here long enough among the trees i’ll become dust whispering winds that move the brush rustle the leaves it sounds so lush and if psithurism is all i will be i hope you’ll sit and listen to me find comfort in my dancing leaves and know that now i’m finally free

things seem to be taking time god knows that i’m taking mine sink and drown but i’m just fine i’ll marinate in this teary brine

it’s hard to tell the difference between whether i’m letting myself heal or letting myself rot while i’m sitting here breathing

there’s not enough room here for me or my i’ve got pain stacked in boxes eighty miles high

if you were here i swear that i’d start to get better i would pull my shit together my heart is tired of being weathered if you were here things might start to make sense living wouldn’t feel so dense my lungs are caving inside my chest

growing up meant growing tired and i’m growing away from any growth at all i’m growing old and it’s growing on my last nerve maybe these are just growing pains how could i know — will i ever grow?

feeling so uncomfortable sitting in this skin wish that i could shed it evolve and start again

washed up or out mangled about tangled inside of these doubts the eternal bout

i always said i’d rather be alone now here i am nothing — unknown

i think at this point i’d rather be alone isn’t that how i’ll end up when i’m nothing but bone?

the saddest thing is that she doesn’t believe in herself when everyone else does