That darkness that burns in us all…

What is it?
Why is it a feeling that takes over, condems our brains.

“Control your mind. For if your mind controls you, you’re fucked”.

I believe that.

Weeks of tears for fabricated thoughts and ideas.
Fears of abandonment.
If a man is going to leave you because the grass on the otherside is fertilized with bullshit, let him.

He just ain’t coming back to my lawn.

That “fear” of having the approval of one person is fleeting. Even when you get it… Either you want more… or it’s not enough.

Just don’t need it at all.

I guess the hard part is everyone is a priority when I’m around, but when I’m not… my messages go unread.