It's coming back.

The thoughts The words The feelings of being scared Of being concerned Of being hurt Of feeling like a jerk Feeling hopeless With 0 motivation in your blood Thinking about the stupiest things for hours Like what is your favorite color? Can't sleep at night With 1000 thoughts on my mind With feeling like an old pipe, Disgusting and dirty with all that trash that comes up my mind. Feeling like a spider, being hated by everyone Just trying to be liked To be loved like the little butterfly in the light. Hoping that one time I shine like the stars with the moonlight Just wanting to be heared like the animals in the world But no, no one hears me, no one cares, in the end i'll stay that pipe, that spider that will never shine in the moonlight.