the stars are talking about you.
will you ever notice i am drowning?
if i weren't so wrapped up in hiding
every / single / thing
from everyone,
you would notice the gasping breaths i take when i try to breathe and the sound they make muffled in the fabric of my sweater.
but maybe you wouldn't.
because i don't believe your eyes are wrapped up with me at all,
and i don't deserve it. so i understand.
but because you are the only one i've ever had,
and the only one left,
i wonder if you'll leave me to drown; similar to the rest.
everything hurts, caused by none other than you. time is slow like yesterday;
your burn still stings the same.
