Constant music, flickering lights, people on their phones. What a trigger.
Hold my hand before I lose it, distract me before I spiral into the darkness of my own mind. Ask me to stay.
More shots, more wine, more hands. Let go.
You’re special Ana, you’re a very smart girl Ana. I wish you were smarter Ana.
When a man who is in not obliged to provide you support whispers, I wish you were smarter, you could’ve made something out of yourself. Disregarding your present, cancelling out your past achievements just because you’re not in a cage they built. These are predators. Painting alluring images of a better life, seducing you with security.
She Was Sea 