I picked up my phone when you were all I could think of, but nothing I had to say was anything you wanted to hear
In just a few months you jumped into a position it took my best friend two years to achieve, yet you barely send a glance my way, even when I'm drowning
I love you more than I love myself and it's becoming an issue because with each passing hour I'm more and more convinced you don't care
My anxiety keeps me alive when my depression makes me want to die
I've got more scars than years on this earth, isn't that fucked up?
I really hate small talk but I'll drag myself through it as long as I'm talking to you
One day my books will be rotten too, how sad it is to think that even my escapes were only temporary
You only want me around when you're lonely and sad. All you want me for is to fill the empty space until there's someone better
