Alone again
And no, it’s not 3am
It seems like I got more friends to click on than pick on
This technologicalized world of likes and friends requests
I don’t really have anybody to really express to when my feelings start distressing from their regression
Y’all dont really care about depression until it’s time to start contesting the actions your love ones tell in suicidal note confessions
Then yall get aggressive when we say yall wasnt the best n’
You know, like you thought you was…
Alone again
And no, it’s not 3am
Family always says they’re there but their the reasons why I would never dare to tell another fear to a dear loved one
Their the reason why my insecurities reign high and why I feel shy when trying to imply I might not be okay
But tough love is yall way, so I shy away in need for more
But then I’m going to space where my friends don’t understand and my man is so empathetic
But then I have this wall because what if we fall?
Then I have a man, who’s not my man who knows things that can break me if I try to stand
After we’ve broken up
So where do I unload this demand?
My friends, my fam or my man?
Or do I singlehandedly try to battle my emotions like Batman in the city of Gotham?
Alone again
And no it’s not 3am