If we're being honest
            I'd tell you that I wish we were still together
and that
            some days
                    I watch the world
     twist and burn
                    and fall on me
     breaking into a million pieces
                                   breaking me with it
and that it doesn't scare me anymore
                         also I can't spell
           Once, I forgot how to sleep
                                              and didn't remember for 10 days
and one day I forgot to eat
                         and didn't remember for three days
                                     but didn't care
                        Some days
I can't stand being in my own skin
                                          some days I try to rip it off
              I flap my hands
              and bite my nails
And I'm afraid not to pray
              One time,
                                 I cried for 12 hours
One time,
                      I passed out from a panic attack
(Okay more than one time)
                                   Some days
I feel like there are bugs
                                     under my skin
I WANT TO SCREAM
                         but we're not being honest today
                                                                         so when I'm asked
I'll say I'm doing okay