Saturday...
Sunday...
Mental breakdown Monday...
Here we go again
Every three days I fall apart
Into a million to piece
Focusing on how far each piece that belongs together is
Never actually fixing them
Distract me
Tuesday...
Wednesday...
Thursday I fall apart again
I am falling out of love with everyone
I am losing the meaning to love
Just trying to find something to hold on to
Something to call my own
Something that could make me happy
Something that I could love
Something that could love me
I want to move on with the wind but I'm a piece of paper stuck in a tree
Gosh it's so hard to know what I'm truly feeling
It's so much harder even saying it
Typing it
Do I need to set him free?
If I do, then whats next.
He is making me so happy
But I know I am not really making me happy and that isn't making me happy
Time for sleep I guess tho
