this is about feeling something. and it's about feeling nothing. this is for the days when you feel unstoppable and like a superhero. this is for the days when you feel empty and invisible. this is for those who sleep and sleep as a way of escape. and this is for the those who can't and won't allow themselves to sleep.

there is always a way to overcome. to face your demons head on and realize that you hold the power. to hold on like it's your last breath because at some point it could've been.

i hate that i have days
where i just feel sick
constantly nauseous and a fast heart
being filled with anxiety
and still not knowing why
when nothing you have done
is different or scary
but there is still that feeling
that just seems to never go away

i am sick of the box i am in
i don't want to be here
i didn't put myself here

that was other peoples doing
not mine

i shouldn't be known as the quiet one
i'm not

don't say i'm perfect and could do no wrong
that is far from the truth

i don't want you to tell me i'm shy
i haven't been for a while

stop putting me in places i don't fit
i should decide who i am

i don't need a box
i can figure out who i am
without you

why wait?
there is so much out there,
willing to be explored

why wait?
say hi to the cute person,
you never know what's in store

why wait?
your dreams are attainable,
you just have to reach for them

why wait?
stop holding back your emotions
let them pour out of you soul

why wait?
when there is so much left to give
why wait, when you can go?

you are the late night train i will never take, the cafe i will never stop in, the song i will never dance along to.
you are the late night drives with no destination, the grocery store runs, the song i have on repeat.

i've forgotten how we used to be
before we fell off track

it seems like all i do these days
is just keeping looking back

and i know that we were together
but that didn't last forever

i want to go back in time
to hold on to you
for just one more song

then i'll leave you in the past
where you belong

and i'll stop writing old love songs

i want to know what you know
we've known each other for years
but have we known each other

i know you
i know what you have gone through
what your likes and dislikes are

but do you know me
or am i a collection of memories
faint whispers slipping through your mind

so i wonder
when i think about you
are you ever thinking of me too