I’m always the go-to person
You come talk to me,
I’ll give you advice,
I’ll comfort you
I help everyone around me
Even though I can’t help myself
I wait for the day someone
Offers to help
Instead of brushing it off their shoulder
So I sit
I’m crumbling
No
Crushing
Inside
I help you,
But who helps me?

I try.
I really do.
It may not seem like it
Because I’m not doing as much as the next,
But I really am
I’m sorry its not good enough
I’m sorry
IM
NOT
GOOD
ENOUGH
I’m trying
But at this point
All I’m getting
Is failure

The days get longer and longer
Yet we do nothing
Eat.
Work.
Sleep.
Repeat.
They say life is worth living
But why?
There’s nothing I’m living for
Other than the absence of life itself

I can’t sleep
I don’t eat
Correction.
I won’t sleep
I won’t eat
I won’t do anything
I hold fear in my eyes
That you’ll appear
You run through my mind,
Conscious or not
I can’t shake your words away
Or the feeling
Of your hands
On.
Me.
You get in my head somehow
Without even being around
I don’t leave the house
In fear of seeing you
Other than what my mind already does
On repeat.
Never ending.
Pain.

He’s perfect
They say perfect
Is impossible
But with him?
I believe, there’s such a thing as
beyond
perfect
The little smiles
Or the way he gets happy
When dancing in the rain
Oh this boy
He’s perfect
No
He’s beyond.
Perfect.
In every little way

People say it washes away your pain
I suppose, even makes you happy
But only for limited time
When you get so high
After a point all there’s left to do is fall
Fall
Fall hard and get hit in the face with pain yet again,
even.
harder.
It’s a funny idea you’d think
Why get high if you only get hurt?
You see,
We would rather be able to enjoy slight happiness even if it means we fall,
Because at least we can say we left the bottom