nothing feels like home anymore.
it feels like it's better when i'm not there.
i miss being happy with you.
suddenly, it feels like that happy never existed.
you gave me a second home.
a place to be myself & be free of any judgement.
a place where i was fully engulfed by love.
but was any of that real or true?
if it was, then what happened to it?
why can't i feel it anymore?
why does it feel like i'm suffocating in everyone else's glances?
why are my feelings rooted around other people's happiness & not my own?
why do we only share small moments now?
or have i become so blind all the good moments seem small?
