I'm growing wilted then green again

A constant battle with my wants

What do I really want?

My sunrise is the morning texts I get from boys I don't even really know

If I'm alone, my days are spent questioning some people around me

It's from the girl that's supposed to be your friend, posting your enemy

It's from the girl that's supposed to make you feel strong, emphasising your every weakness

I've got trust issues, lots of them

I find myself resting in thoughts, that's my pillow

I find myself wanting a boy who's interests and intentions I don't even know

I find myself whispering into myself that he could be the freedom I've been searching for

I find myself bleeding blue at times because red is too much to think about

Sometimes I find myself walking in Memphis when everything looks good

I wonder what's stopping me from walking away from the people that live in my ruins

I don't see why I can't only stay with the ones that make paradise

I don't see why I should be with people who live to be in my webs