And its not okay that I'm not better yet.
Or when someone asks me what I'm doing tomorrow,
I dont have the answer,
Because Im to busy wondering if there is a tomorrow.
Or when I reach for your hand.
All I grasp is air.
And when I cry,
My face remains wet.
Its not alright that when I wake up in the midst of night.
My mind wonders to you.
What youre doing or if youre having the same problems.
Or when the darkness starts to creep in.
My stomach drops.
My mind wonders.
And my skin tears.
And when I look up to you,
Hoping for some sign of affection.
And I receive none.
And its not okay or alright or even acceptable,
That Im me.
Something youll never want.
