I want to write about something else.
But it always leads back to you.
I’m stuck inside this hell hating myself.
Yeah it always comes back to you.
I want to write,
About love and light.
But you’ve taken everything from me.
Stripped my lungs of air so i cant breathe.
Filled me with stress, paranoia and anxiety.
Filled with depression and aggression too.
Here I am… coming right back to you.