I feel like part of me has been stolen.
Like my words and I have been ripped apart,
my fingers are frozen,
unable to hold a pen.

So I ran.
I ran from my past, past my feelings and passed them to others,
and now they worry about me,
and now I feel guilty.

I never wanted to make you feel this way,
like you have to play like you care,
like you have to make me feel like I'm worthy,
like you have to always be there.

I know you don't care
and I know it's not fair,
but I feel like I deserved this.
I know it's not real,
but I feel like I'm alone.
Like I've outgrown all of my friends,
and all I can see are my hands
waving in front of me.
Just to check if I'm still alive.

All I can feel are my nails,
digging into my flesh.
Just to check if I'm still
alive.