I hate feeling this alone.
I can’t talk to anyone close because I feel like a burden.
I’m in a dark hole and I can’t see the light this time.
Prose
Myself A Mystery For Me To See
I am nothing without you. My mind tears me down and tells me to screw you, but I see the real me. I am nothing without you my mind tears me down. This mirror is my reflection of you and me. Myself a mystery.