Take a look around. Do you ever notice each and every sound? Ever just gaze up at the clouds? I know it's hard. With our static hearts and our cloudy eyes. So why do we even try? We don't ever know where we're gonna go. They tell you listen to your heart again but all I here is white noise. So turn the volume up listen closer. I'm scared. We all are. What if I can't find my way. You told me it's normal to feel this way. So I believe you. I close my eyes and dream of my future. And in the end I die. And then nothing. That's it you're successful and then you're dead. My head. Poring out emotions. Drained. Cold. Terrified. There's so much more and not enough. We can never get enough. We can never get anything more. Where are you. You are gone. These thoughts feel like knives. They aren't normal. You told me they were. They hurt. You lied. You're gone. Maybe that's good. But without you I don't know where I stand. You helped me open my eyes. And I hate you for that. Am I standing at the edge? I don't know. It won't take me too long to taking a step in the wrong direction and fall again. So maybe I should lie still.
