always thought that
i'm alone with
all the thoughts inside my head,
but now i'm finally
realising
that inside we're all so dead.
it took some time
to gather courage
to confess just how i feel,
so all apologies,
my loved ones,
if what i say is all too real.
she left me;
replace that she with plenty
of mentally
unstable
girls that i was unable
to keep stable.
a lone wolf
lost amid my own mood.
i never do myself good;
no meds could
help the soul inside me
to be comfortable residing
this body.
and it's all for show;
there is no need to act like you don't know me,
and all of the things that you once told me;
"no, that's not me; that was the old me."
if only.
