hello heathen.

i never used to be this way

but as time goes on the more things change

i have no motivation left to the do the things i once loved

all i think about is angels flying and pretty doves

i should’ve made boundaries along time ago, now it’s something i regret all the time

helping people with their grief even through my suffering times

i comfort others with words i only wish to hear the most

but others never tend to care about the sullen, that’s just how life goes

my energy levels low but my mind still sharp

all i wanted was a spark of light, instead i was giving broken light bulbs to be stranded in the dark

oh to be held and told “everything will be okay”

is just another every night dream i could only imagine for

maybe my mind is just too sensitive and i need to stop being me

the original me never felt accepted anyway, so why would that be someone i want to be?

my spirit animal is now timid and keeps sadly howling

i hardly recognize myself anymore, my mind is so cloudy

every time i look in the mirror i wish i could go back to that somewhat happy little boy that didn’t need a reason

but nowadays i’m introduced to cracked glass and greeted by my reflection, and there’s nothing left to say besides

hello heathen.