The path has become unknown.
Our paths have crashed, but then came back together.
Were we meant to be something more,
or something lost?

Here we go again..
We run back to the past because we are afraid.
What are we afraid of? Why are we afraid?
Why can't we tell ourselves to face life head on,
instead of sprinting back to something that is familiar?
It ****** me of so much, because I do the same thing.
Whether it is because of weakness or just giving up.

My love,
Stop hurting yourself.
I watch you as your hands bleed,
After picking up the shards of glass from her broken heart.
You say you're okay, but you're not.
You keep moving until you become paralyzed.
Why do you do this?
Is it because of love?
Is it because you're lonely?
How far are you willing to go?

I thought I understood this world,
I realize I don’t. I feel so lost in this world;
I feel captive like someone is holding me by my hair.
When I see someone walk by,
My body tenses up in fear like I have done something wrong.
Is it society doing this to me, or myself?
That’s the scariest question I have yet to answer.
What if its me? Its all my fault!
Oh my god, what if everyone else around me is normal?!
What if I'm captivating myself, and everyone is afraid of me?
I am so lost in my own mind, in this world, in our society;
Could I be the only one like this? There has to be someone out there.
Please help me. I am begging for a push, or a fix.