the more I think, the more I fear the problems that I need to face
some average everyday problems, but mostly my problem
I am missing something, and I know what it is
right now I need someone to love
I know people who know real heartbreak, and they suffer much more than me
but my problem still stands
even though I have the support of my friends
I still do not know exactly what to do next
I'm just writing what I am thinking right now. I guess this isn't actual poetry.