hey, i can't talk right now,
i'm to busy hating myself.
hey, i have to cancel,
i tell you that i'm really busy, but the truth is that my anxiety is choking me again.
hey, i have to hang up
i'm scared that if i keep talking, i'll start crying.
hey, i'm sick
i tell you that i have a fever, but the truth is that my body's fine. it's my mind that's burning slowly.
hey, don't worry about me
i tell you that i'm fine, but the truth is that i have never really been fine.
hey, this is my voicemail
no, i'm not busy, i just couldn't get myself to pick up the phone.
i don't think i'm okay. but i won't- i can't tell you.
it's all so heavy. it's all so hard. and i don't know how it has become so hard to breathe normally. but i just can't.
i'm broken. i'm cold. i feel like stone.
i can't sleep. i keep thinking of you and how it's so hard to look you in the eye and tell you,
that i'm fine.
when i'm not.