I could use some weed. I could use some company. I could use a new friend to open up to. I could use some sleep. I could use some help. I don’t even need any money. What would I spend it on?
I could use no distractions, Sitting alone with no one around With my music in the background. I can physically relax, But my mind won’t stop. It hurts to think so much. It hurts to love someone who doesn’t love you. It hurts to be afraid. It hurts to wake up early and still be tired. It hurts to be tired and still lay awake. It hurts to stress so much. It hurts when things don’t feel right. It hurts, but not all the time. It hurts when you compare yourself. It hurts to be a burden. It hurts to pretend.
I could use some realness. I want to change it up And tattoo my skin with something I believe in, Just to be critiqued on my ‘awful decisions’.
I could use some help. I’m tired of trying so much. It gets old so fast. I feel like I’m getting old so fast.
