She’s in that phase were there’s nothing interests her,
Nothing inspires her,
The world feels so dull and dark.
She’s like a tree; its leaves weather in winter,
She don’t know were to start to fix everything.
Should I pretend that I’m okay while I’m not?
They’re hurting but I can’t just switch on and be okay just to please them,
Give me time to heal, don’t put pressure
Allow me to messy but trust me, I will pull up.
I will take one feet over another and be myself again.
Arch Hades once said,” feel the feeling, don’t become it”