Panic Attack 4

All used up and barely breathing
Did you think my insecurities wouldn't show
I'm a thousand shades of depression
One stroke and you'll be done with me
I'm just a shell of a human being 

I can't remember many happy things
Mint chocolate chip ice cream and the way she cuddles
Ignore the tears I'm just ashamed of what I've become
I'll let anyone use me as long as it makes them happy
Freedom is a fucking lie 
You want me to be discreet about everything

I miss April so much
Don't get me started on firefly
I'm more of a mess than you can believe
Nothing ever good happens 
When you're a pessimist like me

◄ Hey There.

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