Birdy

Guess you thought I had wings to fly 
turns out I’m broken 
no solace in music 
no solace in solitude 
sticking around people to prevent being in my own head space 
led to oversharing with people who didn’t deserve to know that much 
hurtful words delivered in an easy speech 

I have experienced true pain 
my heart ripped and shredded like corned-beef 
not even an exaggeration 
the funny thing is nobody gives af, I could be going through all the motions in life but the lecturers only care about the assignments we were to submit and the deadline we did not meet. 

The nights are becoming worse and makes me question if life is worth living. 
Short attention span 
a shattered heart 
friends that act on their convenience once an opportunity comes 
and a reality you have to go through 
scared of penning down my thoughts because I’ll eventually realize the depth of depression I’m sinking in.