i think i’m gonna cry

staring up at the sky. and faking a smile, as my head turns to ice.

wilting flowers, burning eyes, and it’s fucking 2020, and aren’t you supposed to be all right?

but they let you down. didn’t they? held your hand through the fog and lifted you up through the clouds but they were never there. not really. not when it counts.

but, to be fair, you were never really there either. not deep, deep down.


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