Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts

Many Maybes

There are so many things I have failed to tell you.
My life is like reading the same book.
Over and over again.
hoping for a better ending.
Maybe a happy one.
I hope you know
That you've always been one of my favorite midnight thoughts.
But it's sad how I can only think of you,
I have no one to talk to.
Sleep is so far from me now.
Dark circles start to form rapidly under my eyes once more.
Most of my time is spent in that horrid bathroom,
I just sit there,
Lost in thought.
Maybe I'll have the same fate as my mother.
Maybe we will make up and everything will be okay again.
Maybe I'll just watch the world go by threw the one window in my room that hasn't been shattered by my bruised and now bloody knuckles.