So many thoughts fog my view of this.
I know that I'm slowly falling apart.
But no one can put me back together.
Not this time, not again.
Sometimes I feel so empty.
Almost like I don't belong.
Sometimes I'm convinced I don't.
When I'm pushed away.
Or forgotten about.
Those days I don't want to breath.
I'm almost to point I don't want to wake up.
I just want to sleep forever with no thoughts.
Nothing to bring me down.
Or give me false hope.
Sometimes I'm so niave.
Pretending everything is fine.
When I can clearly see that it's not.
You pretend too, just to keep me at bay.
But we always seem to fight.
