why is it,
that i can sit and waste my days staring at my walls.
allowing myself to be overcome by the sea of sadness i have within me.
why is it,
that my favorite song is silence.
that my head screams at me to listen.
why is it,
that whenever im with you, im some how okay.
but in the long run,
i can even make you ******* stay.
why is that?

you tell me