You are so sick and tired of feeling yourself slip away because of others .
They like you and you freeze not knowing which parts of you to show,
but you breathe falsehood instead.
Your feelings blur and you taste nothing but the cold and open bitter air.
No one is holding your hand because you cut it off.
You want to give them parts of you but you don't know how to build and reinstate those parts.
You need help.
You ask for boy.
Boy where are you?
{structure overload}
>>>set course proceeding <<<
[[[[compiling system base]]]]
{|{|{Filing new data since system was turned off|}|}|}
》》》failure to remain stable《《《
===placing coordinates before first breath===
+++system online+++
_____________Protect.
}}}}finalizing{{{{
BOY is online.
YOU ARE READING
Subtracting my thoughts
PoetryJust some random thoughts, poems, and opinions. It's your choice what it means to you.