Stop Lying To Yourselves

I'm screaming, I'm crying, I feel like I'm dying

I hate how it feels in my flesh. It's as if I'm trapped in a shell

I'm screaming, I'm crying, I feel like I'm dying

Oh God, oh God, why did you leave me in this hell?

I need an escape, need be, I'll break through the gate

Let me out, Let me out, Let me out, Let me out,

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I try to reflect, but the days start to blend.

Am I better because I worked hard, or was it the weather in the end?

I'd like to think I'll stay better, even if my mood fluctuates now and then

I don't want to think otherwise, I can't go through this yet again.

Did I get the wrong impression, or is it winter depression? I wish I could answer my own question, is it just winter depression?

Please don't let it be seasonal, it's not a tradition I'd like to continue

I want to just be better, Not have more work I'll have to redo.

I've worked, let it be lasting improvement, let it grow

Let it be some solid change, not habits I'll let go

I want to go thrifting again soon. I need to find more colored glass bottles, shiny trinkets, and little boxes to fulfill my crow-like needs

I'm gonna do the adult thing and have shower cry real quick, then see how much of that analysis I can complete before the deadline in an hour and a half

𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔥

I wish I was a manic pixie dream they, living in a whimsy goth castle

It's 3:00AM. Still haven't slept. Still haven't touched my homework

To no ones surprise, I am sleepy