i really don’t want to be here right now.
i don’t want to be alone..
sitting my my room
staring at a computer screen.
just, wallowing
and begging people to feel sorry for me.
i’m not eating lately..
i swear i’m doing it subconsciously.
i nearly passed out tonight and it’s the first time i’ve actually
felt so true to who i deep down am..

just tired and weak
and it’s easier just to escape from reality,
hide in the darkness..
escape from everyone
playing with imaginary friends
who i control.
for once, they’re the dolls, and i’m not.
i make them how i want them,
and to not have to worry about anything.

yeah, that sounds good right now.
hidden.

another summer alone,
it doesn’t really surprise me,
i guess i’m responsible, if i manage to push everyone out of my life..
everyone who reads this
is going to think this is stupid
because it is.
nothing’s wrong with me,
well, whoever ‘me’ is..
i’ll be whoever you want me to be..
i can be your best friend, but i’ll never fully trust you..
dress me up as you want..
i’m hollow.
i’m fragile.
you could probably easily crush me at this point,
it wouldn’t matter..
most of who i am escaped a while ago..