Thoughts roll through my head like an old tape, I have to breath deeply for my own sake. I think back to last year when I was content and thought things were going fine, now coming to know I wasted all my time. I dread writing these things, there's a possibility you'll read,
I shouldn't give you the benefit
because I know you thirst to see me bleed. They all say in time it will fade, but one can only hope, with the walls around myself I made there must be a way to cope.