Blood of an Orchid

I worry about nothing 'til I'm killing myself

And I know I said I'm working on my mental health but I lied to you

I lied

The sertraline is working but you can't you even tell

And my minds made up things that you said to me sub-textually

Even though none of that was implied

I'm a semiprofessional at breaking their own heart

Who's not a professional in what they want to do

"For starters, that's a lot to unpack"

The cover of vogue isn't wide enough for me

And I'm sorry I missed your call but I wasn't feeling like me

I know that makes no sense, but none of this is real so who cares