My mind is this raging hurricane and you can't calm a storm down lest it wants to be stopped but mine never seem to want to stop. Every gush of wind pushes me over to the edge and forces me to look down into a never ending medium where nothing exists.
I'm sorry I'm not lazy, in fact if you tore apart this facade and looked inside this skin, you will find a girl searching tirelessly for her self worth and for happiness for she wants to prevail, she wants to be loved and she wants to never stop believing.
But my hands and feet don't stop adding earthquakes to my storm torn body. My brain races faster than my mouth can speak so I'm sorry if you can't understand what I -
No, it's not that I don't want to see you, it's just that my heart is running a marathon and I'm already worn out thinking about the way I'm going to say "hi", the way I'm just waiting for the ground to swallow me whole just to be saved.