Do you think I can do it?
I feel broken and disappointed
like an old out-of-tune piano
a flower you picked and threw away
(I just want you back)
Why isn't it that when you think of someone
they're thinking about you too?
Why do words hurt so much?
And actions are sometimes ambiguous.
I see you but I don't feel you
The feeling I've been trying to stifle
is rushing back into my body
You know I'm trying
Ask the broken window panes
And the trampled hearts of others
I'm trying to help
but I'm not helpful
I can't even be specific.
Communicating with others is getting harder and harder
Everyone wonders what could be wrong with me
when I'm just letting the pain take me
I stare into space
and I feel like it's a reflection of myself
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
but I can't change
The periods after the sentences hurt.
And the world hurts me too.
That trampled flower is taking my breath away.
I'm missing something, but I don't know what.
