I feel a little rain cloud, following me around.
My own personal hell. I try my best, but not even this rain cloud can hide my tears.
I’m sorry, I'm scared and lonely.
Without you, it’s like I can’t even talk myself out of this. I did this to myself.
Self sabotage.
Always wins, this dirty little witch shows up when, in fact a time where it is unwanted.
Not needed.
My body does this to me thinking it’s protecting itself and the future.
You’re not!
You make a little rain clouds follow me around all day, just to make me suffer more.
Making sure I can’t ignore you.
You wan’t a face to face ?
Look in the mirror.
-ej
About the Creator
Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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