when the cold tears arrive,

and the warm love rots.

the black darkness of hate,




stays the same.

when I"m with my friends,
I'm loud and jumping off the walls.

like I'm on high.

but when they leave,
when its done.

there is nothing left.
nothing more than a silence.

nothing more than an after math of a high.

you know that little rush of adrenaline you get when you're about
to fall?

that's what it feels like to have anxiety.

to be on edge all the time,
thinking you're about to be pushed over

into a sea of people
drowning you

it feels like





you






are





dying

inside yo
                  u
                      r
                        
                
                                   mi
                                              nd

you inflicted your broken problems onto me,
you should've known better than to cry on my shoulder
i was too young,
too innocent,
now breakdown in the middle of the night,

the way you did.

my trust can't be broken
if i never gave it
out to begin with.

there is a difference between

living

and

just

breathing.