I hope this is the one you don’t see
We both have problems. The only difference between the two is that I refuse for them to be the reason why I can’t be happy, but you on the other hand let your problems be the reason why you have to forces yourself to smile. Every time I try to write I feel myself slowly slipping toward you. Deep into a self expression, but nothing like my depression. We both need something that doesn’t feel bad. That’s why I chose my art but now I feel like I’m writing “The same old song” and I’m the only one that knows how it sounds.