A/N: This is like a prologue to the chapter I'm making soon about Stik Proktor. Yes, this is a poem and it might have some parts that won't rhyme but it's mostly just an ANGST dump for Stik. PS, The next story will be Stik & Eldritch!Y/N so be ready.

What's the point of being real
when they're still fake?;
And what's the point of showing
love when they still hate?

Every time I feel low
I need to medicate;
I just wanna get so high
that I levitate and mother fucking
elevate.

Feeling like I can't escape;
And there's nights I can't sleep
so I stay awake.
And I lie to my friends tell 'em
"I'm okay"; But I'm not and I've
been dealing with it every day.

Every single day "I Fall Apart"
like I'm Post Malone;
Think about them every time
I'm going through my phone.

In my house when I'm
writing all my silly notes;
You will never understand
'til you feel alone, but why the
fuck I feel alone?

Wish that I could see
you in my dreams;
I wish that I could feel
you next to me.

I wish that every time I
gave my all and kept it;
Real with you, you did the same
and you know what I mean.

I promise you're not alone
you just never know it;
Depression hits every
night I just never show it;

Anxiety on my mind
I just never show it
It kills every single time
I just never show it;

I promise you're not alone
you just never know it;
Yeah I wish I could lose
all control of my feelings.

All of my pain I just hope
you could feel it and heal it.
It's hard to explain 'cause:
everything's different

but I'm still the same;
If I could be honest
then nothing has changed.

'Cause they always think
that this life is a game;
And that's just a shame 'cause...

I'm tired of feeling like l'm
stuck and I can't breathe;
Tired of feeling like
I'm blind and I can't see.

Tired of feeling like
I'm something that I can't be...
It's God plan but maybe
I just need a plan B...?