Someone needs to make love to me, with that song playing. Lawdy

Panick is not an emotion I am familiar with, or am able to properly deal with.

goosebumps

"Don't get me wrong. Danger is very real. 

But fear, isn't; it's a choice."

Take me somewhere nice

This sadness always follows this kind of day
I happened upon this song, that stirs this sadness
I don't particularly mind

Too often, I see people fighting the echo

Their missing piece.

That uninhabited part of themselves.

Their loneliness.

I do my best to take comfort in it.

Nobody will take care of me,

The way I will.

Running trend

I've noticed a pattern that

I seem to keep - my bag packed

Collecting the company

During the nights we share

In an invisible jar

From each one of you

For nights when my bag

Is unopened on my bedroom floor

Why the fuck is everybody and everything around me so incredibly messed up? 

When did I turn a blind eye to all of this?