I'm sure I look how I feel, miserable, trying to bond with you but I am invisible. I need you but you don't even see me, I speak but you don't even hear me. I passed you and you brushed my shoulder, every touch from you seems to grow colder.
I wish you loved me like I love you, but unfortunately that's something I can't force you to do. Sometimes you pretend, maybe even Crack a few grins, but I know as well as you do you can't love me again. I'm starting to think that this is the end. On God you were my best friend. I told you everything, I let you in. I wish you would hold me and tell me everything is okay, but we can't believe that lie, we both know it's fake. Like the life we live on a day to day basis, it's hopeless, I'm restless, maybe it's about time that I get your message.
I wrote this shit when I was mad, or was it when I was sad? Fuck, I don't know anymore. With all of these mixed emotions my mind is in turmoil. I need some relief, from you and from me, don't you agree?
My anxiety is killing me, I'm struggling to breathe. This is ridiculous, when will you see? I do this for you, I ain't doing it for me!
🐼Panda🐼
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