9-17-15 four days clean
Talking to you
Is like listening to an acoustic track
On Sunday when it's raining
And you feel new again.
You bring me back down to reality
But yet you take me far from it, too.

It makes me kinda sick.
I know it will fall apart and crumble
So is it even worth it?
And i block out all emotions
With the wall of my depression and anxiety.
The last one to climb that wall
Broke it down
So now it's higher than before.
But I do it strategically
So you can't see.
I give you pieces of me
But never enough.
The voices inside my head scream
To let you in
But they also
Tell me to let you go.
- (m.m)