I will be fine,
I tell myself.
I keep telling myself.
It's just a storm
It'll be over soon
I tell myself
I keep telling myself over and over again.
Every day is the same.
I'm sinking deeper
Without an anchor
I've become so good at masking this bottomless pit
That I convince myself there is none.
One day when I'm older and hopefully wiser,
I will laugh thinking I almost gave up.
But my future seems too distant and too bleak. For now.
So 'when I'm lonely I press play'
