Coming down from it felt so wrong. Like being stuck on the wrong end of a jump cable. He came in and talked to me, made feeling surface, made butterfly's trapped inside. There was nothing wrong until everything was wrong. It all came crashing down like the shelf you didn't install correctly. All of a sudden everything was different. And I was scared of you. But it will pass. This feeling of self loathing and unhappiness. I'll maybe someday find that person who's just a broken and lost as I am. Or maybe I'll fix and find my way.
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