I'm tired of finding myself on the bathroom floor covered in blood.

I'm tired of never having the strength to put the blade down.

I'm tired of letting people walk in and out of my life as they choose.

I'm tired of knowing exactly when the hot tear will finally leave my eye and roll down my cheek.

I'm tired of being tired, so something has to change.

Getting lows but now highs
Going home to dark skies
But that's on the inside
Outside my feelings do hide
And everythig looks fine

And just like how you got that feeling at the concert, I got that same exact feeling in February. I thought it was because we were connected, and we could just feel each other's emotions. I thought it was because we were special, because we were soulmates. I've realized that we do not live in a fairytale and that all it was just our intuition, yelling at us, no... begging us to listen. Get out! Get out as fast as you can! But... We did not listen. We were too blinded, no... masked with our love. Can I even call it that anymore?

I can no longer be alone with you
The mix of love and the feelings of anger
are in conflict.
I still feel the same as before
Us ended and it become you and I
I still miss you, still read your letter
Still look at pictures of you for longer
then I should.

You have replaced me no problem
You are making personal descions
that affect my future.
A future that you are no longer apart of.
It's over remember?
You are with him, and I am alone.
So get out of my future.
It's you and I not US.