Unhappy I am.
I simply don’t get mad from the mistakes that should upset someone.
I feel... NOTHING
I’m not sure how to act, because I ****** up... Yet I think there’s a way out of all this sadness, but I can’t fathom when it’ll all be better.
I’m blind to what’s in front of me even if it hits me.....yet I see so clearly.
I’m unhappy, because I’m trying to make someone else happy
I trust when you can’t even trust yourself
I love when you can’t love yourself, But what does that make me?
Who am I ?
I lost myself trying to help people find themselves... YET I’m the one left
Picking up my own pieces.