Nothing is the same, everything has changed. The window seal in my car seems more familiar then the feeling of acceptance and I can feel the distance when she tells me she loves me and she'll half fake a smile so I'll think we're okay.

This isn't fair to me, when I'm having difficulty breathing someone will pass by and kick me in the lungs and I'll have yet to feel the same amount of pain from when you told me you wanted a break. No one could see that we could not try and I've never felt so lost and alone but I still manage not to cry.

The weather is getting colder and my body is getting more numb, so I'll light a fire and hope I don't burn down these bridges we built so high. These reoccurring cycles of feeling up and down have made my stomach weak. They say old wounds tend to show, well my bones aren't getting any stronger and my body is starting to break. This feeling of bittersweet love has taken a toll on me these night. And I'm left laying alone in bed getting caught up in these late night thoughts that destroy my mind.

I've been through self infected pain to try and feel alive again, but really these scars leave the distant memory of when I just tried to find myself again. My reflection tells a story if only you would listen you'd see I'm just as broken as the day you left.