You spend your days out on the field.
I spend my days under a blanket of tears.
You attempt to make something of yourself.
I attempt to make nothing of myself.
You try to understand why we are the way we are, the way I am.
I try to forget who I am at the bottom of a bottle.
You spend your days trying to fix me.
I spend my days proving you can't fix something so irreparably broken.
You spend your days smiling so bright.
I spend my days lying through the teeth I should be smiling with.
You spend your days with a pencil to paper.
I spend my days with a knife to my wrist.
You spend your days writing thank you's.
I spend my days writing out my goodbye's.
"Does that answer your question, sir? Those are my extracurricular activities."
YOU ARE READING
i am but a simple sentence.
De Todoi don't talk much about my feelings. it's hard to talk about them, especially when i could just write them.