You said it was all in my head when I braved you for being bloodless
but why did the flashes of memories
trailing down the hollows, say otherwise;
making me scratch on the scars
until my nails carved a castle of red You said it is all in my head
when I confided in you of the doubts and anxiety attacks that kept me through the nights but how did I always end up in places I never knew existed ; to places I had no intent going - a city built on regrets and mistakes; On fears and tears You'll always say it's in my head