✍︎︎ Dree’s Writing Drip

Feeling fucking trapped.

Like my line ended up being fucking tapped.

Or maybe my feelings make me a tweaker.

Either way, I’m feeling weaker & weaker.

Yet,

A lion in a cage.

The outside?

Happy.

But the inside?

Red rage.

Rainbows of who I used to be are now quickly fading.

Is someone trapping me?

Or am I the one who’s doing the speed creating?

Ouch.

The creativity of becoming a ghost is haunting.

Guilt, remorse, & regret?

Those haunt me.

What?

Shhhh..

Please,

Let’s just keep this lowkey.