Thursday 9 July 2015

Anxieties

Get the next train
Come and meet me at our place
It's been so long but I hope you remember
I'm trying not to get happy
I don't even know if you know
I can't let myself be hurt again

I want to bring it all up
I am literally stood with a rake
I wish to drag us through it all again
Not sure for whom or why
Please, dont let me
I can't go this far

I got ready today
I painted on my smile
I dressed for the image
Inside I was terrified
They say fear isn't real
They say to regret nothing
This they are not real
How can they be?

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