you.

It hasn’t been long since the last time I saw you, but for some reason it feels like forever. It been almost 4 days and my insecurities are all ready screaming inside my skull telling me I’m not good enough and thats why you haven’t been over. I feel like my insecurities are like your depression. Because when I have my moments its like the pain and the unworthy feeling is like a sheet that is quickly wrapping its self around my body and squeezing me until I can’t breathe and I can’t move and I can’t do anything but be still. But then something always snaps me back to reality, like a pair of scissors it cuts the cloth that is so tightly wrapped around my throat and gives me a moment of relief.