Yeah.
I've been thinking.
That never ends well.
Since it hardly ever fails
To make me bleed.
But this time.
I've been thinking about you.
Yes you.
You who have stuck with me for so long.
Occasionally checking in to see how I've been doing.
I wonder what you think of me by now.
Happy girl.
Sad girl.
Angry girl.
.... Crazy girl?
But you know what I wander the longest about?
Who you could be.
And why you've been so silent.
Is it because you're hiding?
Or is it because you truly don't want to be associated with me?
I can see you, you know.
Not you exactly.
But I know when you climb in over my walls.
And when you peer down
Peer down at this crazy girl.
So... am I crazy?
Or am I just an attention whore?
Putting out my emotions like that...
For the world to stumble onto.
Making a big deal out of something
That probably isn't a big deal at all.
I don't know what's stopping me from taking this down.
Maybe I'm waiting for a miracle.
Maybe you're the miracle.
Or maybe you're not.
Maybe I'm just hoping...
Only to be crushed into pieces
When I realize...
You don't exist.
And all I've been doing till now
Was thinking too much
And simply so.
