Its been like that

 Its been weeks since I washed my hairs,

I bet yours are smelling like lavenders on earth. 

It's been awhile since I wrote something sore,

I bet you just sent someone a denying core.

Its been a damn full month since I got myself back,

I love it in my hands to hold but its still out of control,

Loving me, myself and everyone around the world,

Its sickening to know that I cannot be anything more.

Pimples on my face and one under my neck,

You know when life gets messy, it starts to show up on your head,

Reflecting sometimes you need love from yourself,

I don't know if i can ever give it to myself.

I saved my software diary before it almost vanished,

I hate to imagine what could have happened,

I'm still silly, still unbothered everytime,

I hope it makes sense to me because it isn't.