please come find me.
This depression thing is getting a little too old for me.
relatable to the icicles in my heart,
With one hand I absentmindedly twirl a pen
With the other, I fend off lonely internet men,
like a hen,
I scratch through my Socials
looking for what??
Followers, likes, Snapchat Adds, Comments, Tags, More status viewers, retweets, mentions…
A flash of happiness that instantly fades
Dear Old Raw Anxiety kicks in
Rhetorical questions and overthinking
Like Billie, I’m the bad guy
Feels like I did something bad
Sorry mum and dad
it’s comical how fast I get cynical
“Why am I even sad?”
overcome with the urge to throw a tantrum
And this gets me mad.
….. every time 🤦