My Side of the Story Vol. I

104.) Wish to be Seen

Some memories stick with you forever. Not a lot of them are good and I have no motivation to make it better. I'm actually always tired but can never get any sleep. Keep it all in so it never gets too deep. I swear I'm shutting down, as my heart starts to race. My brain is going so fast I can't keep up with its pace. Then I try to breathe and it usually doesn't end up working. So then I pick up my phone and get to typing, writing, and rhyming. So then the words start to spill like a full glass of wine. As you try to calm yourself down and say that everything is fine. But just like the wine spilt, it can't be taken back. It's almost like you put yourself on display and show all your red flags. So as I stare at this stupid dim lit screen. I wonder if I'm being dramatic or just wish to be seen.