Moving on.
I hate the phrase.
You just don't understand,
That my mind is a maze.
I'm alone and I'm scared.
I need someone to be there.
To tell me it will be okay,
After I've dreamt of you.
Do you not yet realize,
How bad it hurts
To have to get out of bed?
I don't have the luxury of wallowing in these sorrows.
I have to spend 7 hours thinking about you,
And normal high school things.
Then go home, just to think of you more.
You just don't understand.
What you think is moving on, is my dependency on others to survive. I thought you understood that?