I laid down and melted into my bed.
I thought about her.
I thought about him.
I thought about all of the stress I took in today and realized it all has affected me.
Last year was hard, but I’m the guy who helps others by saying “we gon make it”.
Who do I turn to when no body needs me?
Great song, and I guess no one.
That happens a lot.
Then a txt, Can we talk?
A call, I’ve had a bad day.
Girl gets into my lyft, my life sucks.
And all I can do is give a fuck.
Wow, I love and hate this because I do enjoy being here for people, yet I lay in bed wondering if people think about me as much as I think about them.
Does she think about me after she cries.
Did he think about me after he vented.
Am I gonna get a 10min feature in their brain tonight, or tomorrow or will it be after pain again.
Why do I care so much?