I don't know how much more I can offer.
Or how many pieces I have left to give.
I used to think being alone was better than being with someone and disappointing them…
But now it's me who is disappointed.
I don't want to be alone, but that's where I am headed.
Constantly slipping away.
Constantly falling back into the old pattern,
of not opening up.
Putting up the wall.
Sounding the alarm when anyone tries to break in.
I'm tired of falling asleep.