Quiet, become quiet to escape judgement. To escape talking, to escape the anxiety. But it just gets worse, the headaches come, the anxiety bites ya.

No choice, no reason, no time to alive ya. It kicks in and you're left feeling helpless.

No smug smile, just down to buisness.
Maybe this lolly will help my throbbing head.

I'll be fine won't I as the eucalyptus penetrates it. No panadol, no DID, but perhaps a little bit of OCD.

I'm not dead but I'm not living either as good as a zombie. Dissapointed if they knew, so I'll just stick with my crew.

As they slowly leave me side, they leave me alone and hopeless. I guess they have no way to know that I can't keep up this.

So maybe you should know that I'll probably have to go. I'll be back in good time. Abandoning seemed the only way to truly help, now I see I was wrong as usual.