trees
they're embalmed life
i bet they'd cry if they could



i wonder
if my cat would commit suicide
if he could

sometimes i dream about you

those are the times that i wish
i could sleep forever

Do you really like me
Do you really like to hear me talk
Do you really like the way I say I love you

I loved him
I really did


But,
Now,
It feels like there's no space for me
Anymore.
I'm the one who got lost,
The one who was left behind.

I used to feel sick
When I thought about him
Or when I talked to him.
But,
Now,
I feel sick all the time,
Because I find myself
Not thinking about him.

But,
Deep down,
I still think about him
I still imagine his face
I still want him next to me

I still love him (I have to love him, I want to, I need to)

But,
Now,

There is no space for me

There is no space for *him

The Stop's and the Start's

Stop complaining.
Stop wanting attention.
Stop regretting.
Stop thinking about him.
Stop wanting to be perfect.
Stop saying that you're going to do it and just do it.
(...)
Start working harder.
Start wondering.
Start doing something new.

The Do not's and the Do's

Do not show your feelings.
Do not cry.
Do not eat.
Do not buy things you don't really need.
Do not give up.
Do not be ridiculous.
(...)
Do apologize when you hurted someone.
Do your best.
Do what you want.
Do feel loved (because you are).

The You are's and the Be's

You are beautiful in your own unique way.
You are fine with your weight.
You are talented.
You are nice.
You are interesting.
You are funny.
You are contradictory.
(...)
Be more mysterious and reserved.
Be optimist.
Be neutral.
Be rude if you want to.
Be kind if you're in the mood.
Be fearless.
Be ruthless.

I'm drowning
In my thoughts
In my feelings
In my uncertainties
In my tears
In myself

I'm drowning
In the doubts

I'm drowning
In the vastness


Why do I keep drowning myself?