Moth’s Flame

Talking to these walls again conversation going nowhere just trying to fill the silence so it doesn’t feel like I’m drowning

in my own head

So sad when you’re lonely, surrounded by people, you thought you knew

never been so cold before turn the heat up but still frozen to the core. That warmth you thought was there was just a mirage you got so used to the illusion of love it became normal to let them consume you.

Was it worth it? Like moths to your flame they filled up on your light and left you dim but that lights still flickering