Sometimes, the hardest thing for me to do
Is to face the people I love the most
The next morning
And pretend like I didn’t cry myself to sleep
Because I feel all alone
Even when I’m surrounded by people
Because I feel broken and useless
But you tell me I’m not
But your words and your meanings contradict themselves
How can opinions be right or wrong?
How can you judge me on advice I’m still trying to make up?
How can you cause me pain, and offer me love at the same time?
My life’s full of questions
Of loss and hope
For the future seems dark, but the present darker
The past a blur, left just as an unwanted memory
My life seems depressing
And that’s just because that’s what I am
Depressing, alone, sad
Unwanted, unloved, unfelt
Drowned by emotions
Choked by words
Music and writing are my oxygen
While you are the thorns of a rose
Pricking my heart
Making me bleed, over and over
Until there’s nothing left
But pain and numbness