I'm angry, I have anxiety, the world swallows me and the black hole slowly consumes me, how do I escape from this reality?
How the fuck do I explain how I feel? How do I tell him that I just want a hug? Tell me, how do I tell him?
What's wrong with my feelings? Apparently they don't matter, the stories without ending are open to whatever happens
The best stories are the ones my head creates
But he says:
Reach out and take my hand, trust me, nothing bad will happen to you, where are we going? Where you are happy, wherever you want to be so I can get you out of this environment I've put you in. No matter where you go, I'll be there for you, just to make sure that your beautiful smile is always on your face
A moment to talk, tell me everything that you think, what you can't get out of your head, I'll be here to listen to you no matter what happens, if you need to cry, a shoulder to lean on, two arms to hug you, I'll be here willing to do anything for you, I'll be here even if it's just ashes and food for worms, there will always be a place in my grave where you can sit and tell me how your days are going
There's nothing wrong with you, get that out of your head because it's not like that, you're just a little girl riding a boat with two oars going down the great river that we call adolescence that has as many turbulent and rocky stretches as calm stretches where you can see more flowers that are born on the banks of it, you're simply going through a bad stretch of it, but I'm sure that soon you'll see the flowers and the world of colors again, because you You can, just close your eyes and think of the best way to get to the calm stretch and soon you will be there
And to finish, your feelings do matter, they always have, at least they have always mattered to me too much and yes, I wish I could recreate the stories your mind makes, each one of them with every detail you want, I wish I could
