I used to have so many opinions.
Now I don’t want to deal with anything at all.
I don’t even care that the world is ending.
I once played with fire.
Now, I am drowning in my own guilt.

I am sick of you always putting my candles out, even the smallest ones that I am proud of.
I am sick of being an emotional wrecking ball ready to destroy everything it touches.
I am sick of being ungraceful, ungrateful of how far I have come.
I need to get back to my hiding places again and sort things out.

Talking to you once felt like home,
but now I walk on eggshells around you.
I finally let my blue veins show,
but you chose to let me go.
Now, I will let you fall into the sea of other people that I used to know.