i guess i never thought it would get this far
that it would actually change.
for my whole life i've thought of it,
but looking back at nights filled with tears while i "sleep"
and words thrown around
and uneasy glances
i know you can only pretend for so long.
somewhere during the act
it gets to a point where you get stuck in the process of making others happy.
while doing this you become so terrible unhappy
that you crumble.
you break.
you destroy yourself.
i hope you can save yourself before you break.
i know you're broken,
and it hurts me because i know the truth.
you do this for me, you are breaking for me
i cannot see you break anymore.
you can't crumble,
because when you break, i do