I lay scrolling through the people that have it worse then me.
Thinking I should be happy compared to these people.
Though somehow here I am crying.
Trying to get some sleep, but my mind is too busy thinking.
Thinking about the people I love.
Thinking about how they probably don't even care about me.
Wondering about my life.
My future.
Wondering if I'll ever see what shit it becomes.
Pondering my control.
Not pondering because I have no control.
I was doing great.
No no.
I was pretending I was doing great.
Masking everything underneath.
Pushing the demons down to see if there was any room for emotion in me.
All of this to be lost.
A crossroads with infinite options.
And I wonder why my head is so full.
Follow the yellow brick road.
Second star to the right.
Just keep swimming.
I can't.
The hollow feeling inside me is back.
I don't think it's leaving until I'm gone.
