"you hate making mistakes
because it hurts your chest
and the part of you you try so hard to hide
you hate when your brain aches
because you need to rest
and then you're forced to face the void inside
small talk is just too hard
because you think too much
their empty words are only here to please
and sometimes you feel bad
over a simple touch
your self-disgust clings to your skin like grease
what are you doing here, daughter of the wind?
looks like you have made a mess again
what are you doing here, daughter of the wind?
if you cannot even be your friend?
how do you fall out of love, and in love with yourself ?", whispered a voice inside my head.
