words in the fog

endless days.

Days on end,
sitting in a room full of people.
Not indulging in anyone but myself.
Why would i?
No one here knows me or cares to try.
endless days.
"I won't forget"
I say with my head flooded with thoughts.
thoughts of not being enough,
not having enough material items,
and not giving enough.
though i try to be the best version of myself, the truth is i'm a replica of my parents.
Another day.
Living.
Not for myself.
And not as myself.
Because i don't deserve it, but the few people who do try to care deserve everything.
though i'm not 'everything'
I'll still stay.
so they don't know the pain i've experienced.
Someone you love dying while you're on bad terms.
And missing someone you grew up with, will hurt wether you were close or not.
today and tomorrow.
I live to be someone's "everything" as myself one day.