Status: done.
My best friend.
Fear of Forests
Hylo-phobia.
‘hi’lo phobe’ia/
A physiological disorder defined by an irrational fear of wood, forests or trees.
Get out of that forest.
Get off of that path.
I just want the best for you.
That’s all I have to say.
Whether we’re best friends again or not,
I’m still here.
And I really wish you would fall back on me.
Because I miss you.
I miss staying up till 8am, taking pictures, and being goofs.
Then waking up like 6 hours later and driving to Collingwood.
Just, come back already.
It’s starting to get stupid how you trust them, and believe a word they say.
They just knock everyone down.
You’re lost. And you really need to be found.
And I’m trying.
But clearly the service is bad, and my calls and text messages aren’t getting through.
Walk away. You have to. You’re just going to end up hurt.
Look at what happened to me?
Who do I have?
Just listen to me when I say you need to get away.
You’re swimming.
And suddenly someone does a cannon ball…
On top of your head.
Waves consume you.
You can’t breathe, the waters filling your lungs.
Your throat aches and theirs bubbles around you.
It feels like your hands are tied behind your back, and you have a rock strapped to your foot.
That’s how I felt when I lost all of you.
I couldn’t fight, because that just made me sink faster.
The more I tried to swim back to the top,
The more the rock tied to my foot pulled down.
Encouraging me to just let go.
But I couldn’t.
I still can’t.
I miss them. And you. And that happiness I once had.
You know, I’m starting to think it was all a dream.
Things couldn’t have been that perfect.
So just listen to me.
Come back.
Their dragging you around.
They diss your friends.
They treat you like shit.
They say you’re wrong.
You’re going to get hurt.
Like I said before. I’m sure as hell not perfect.
But I’m here.
I don’t talk about people anymore.
I’m away from the drama.
It’s hard to ignore when there is some.
But, I’ve gotten better.
I don’t wanna say I told you so.
But it’s getting to the point when I seem to be right.
Doesn’t it?
You say you can ignore it.
You can be in the middle, and be fine.
Those things will get better.
Hard to ignore, isn’t it?
Hard to be in the middle, isn’t it?
Hard waiting for things to get better, isn’t it?
Welcome to my world.
‘hi’lo phobe’ia/
A physiological disorder defined by an irrational fear of wood, forests or trees.
Get out of that forest.
Get off of that path.
I just want the best for you.
That’s all I have to say.
Whether we’re best friends again or not,
I’m still here.
And I really wish you would fall back on me.
Because I miss you.
I miss staying up till 8am, taking pictures, and being goofs.
Then waking up like 6 hours later and driving to Collingwood.
Just, come back already.
It’s starting to get stupid how you trust them, and believe a word they say.
They just knock everyone down.
You’re lost. And you really need to be found.
And I’m trying.
But clearly the service is bad, and my calls and text messages aren’t getting through.
Walk away. You have to. You’re just going to end up hurt.
Look at what happened to me?
Who do I have?
Just listen to me when I say you need to get away.
You’re swimming.
And suddenly someone does a cannon ball…
On top of your head.
Waves consume you.
You can’t breathe, the waters filling your lungs.
Your throat aches and theirs bubbles around you.
It feels like your hands are tied behind your back, and you have a rock strapped to your foot.
That’s how I felt when I lost all of you.
I couldn’t fight, because that just made me sink faster.
The more I tried to swim back to the top,
The more the rock tied to my foot pulled down.
Encouraging me to just let go.
But I couldn’t.
I still can’t.
I miss them. And you. And that happiness I once had.
You know, I’m starting to think it was all a dream.
Things couldn’t have been that perfect.
So just listen to me.
Come back.
Their dragging you around.
They diss your friends.
They treat you like shit.
They say you’re wrong.
You’re going to get hurt.
Like I said before. I’m sure as hell not perfect.
But I’m here.
I don’t talk about people anymore.
I’m away from the drama.
It’s hard to ignore when there is some.
But, I’ve gotten better.
I don’t wanna say I told you so.
But it’s getting to the point when I seem to be right.
Doesn’t it?
You say you can ignore it.
You can be in the middle, and be fine.
Those things will get better.
Hard to ignore, isn’t it?
Hard to be in the middle, isn’t it?
Hard waiting for things to get better, isn’t it?
Welcome to my world.
♠ ♠ ♠
Yeah well.