You good, bro?

Don't know, things just pop into my head, so I write them down to get them out.

Stripped naked

But fully clothed in fear and sadness.

I check my wrists

Bleeding all sorts of love and madness.

It paints the canvas as it falls to the floor.

I drop to my knees as I can't take it anymore.

This feeling of isolation consumes me.

An endless cycle of negativity on my mind,

Socially awkward and extreme introversion makes me blind.

It's tough to talk when nobody listens.

They only wait for their turn to speak

And I'm forced to think my words don't even register.

Hey, man, do you wanna talk about it?

No, I'm good, but thanks.