I don't know how to feel
I don't know when to speak
I feel like when I do
It will be to no one
Here one second
Gone the next
The people I meet tend
To never stay
Whether they leave
Or die
I want to stop
Close myself off
I don't want to cry
Over people
I've never even really met
But I don't need to meet them
Because I know them still
I know them and their thoughts
They way they are at two in the morning
The way they feel when
They are giving up hope
But I just wish that for once
I can help people
Without it not working
I'm sick
Of getting that phone call
That text
Where my eyes water
And I crawl to my bath
To curl up
On the cold bottom
Where my cries of pain echo
To the abyss that is used to my presence
I feel like I come here so often
That the tub knows my name
That my tears are part of it's making
That my curled body
Is imprinted on the bottom
I just wanted to help them
I just
Im sorry
