I’m feeling restless

So disconnected

So many sleepless nights

wouldn’t recommend it

I’m apprehensive

Don’t know where my head is

You wear your heart on your sleeve I wear my nerves on a necklace

Feel like I’ve been holding my breath I’m anxious and I’m out of my depth

so I wrap myself around in the arms of my own sweater find myself in doubt thinking how can I do better

the voices in my head are getting louder than my friends It’s harder and harder to play pretend

while i’m stuck in the deep end

It’s hard to follow

If you go where I go

You can’t drown in a puddle You can’t feel my struggle

I feel the weight fall on my shoulders I guess this is getting older

Does it get easier

Or do we get used it?

things don’t get easier

you just get used to it