This isn't who I really am. I cant pretend to be something I want to be no longer. I know I can and I want to very much, but its so hard to stop the very bad habits I do. I do them to have fun, to not be depressed, and to get you off of my mind. I know very deep down in, that those are no excuses for my habits.
I know your confused, and so am I, I know you say we'll never be, and I know that their could be something if you just opened your eyes just a little bit wider. I know that you know I love you and theres nothing I can do about how and what I feel. I know watching your actions that are present now, I know your headed for a breakdown. I know I cant make your decisions of what you do, I know that I can only support your decision. I know, I write this poem about me and also you, and I just know that one day maybe, you'll actually look at me and say I love you, and when I see your eyes looking at mine, I know then that you mean it.
