I found all my truths at the bottom of a bottle and left them on your pillows. I can't find the right words explain that empty cheast feeling, that weak in the knees, that i haven't slept all week because i might stop breathing kinda deal. My pupils are the size of marbles and i weigh as much as a sixth grader. Pass judgment but you will find this is what sadness does to you. I feel infected. I have too many secrets. I have become my own burden. I tryed to dig it out, but the roots are too deep inside of me. Everyone is in the same place, Everyone is too closed off to just say it... "I am confused, and i don't know who i am anymore."
I am confused and i don't know who i am anymore.
