I don't know what I've been thinking.
Not sure why I've been acting
Like I don't exist.
I have missed
Every bit
Of my waking soul.
And yet,
I've put myself to bed
For too many nights too long.
When did I stop loving myself?
I can't remember how or when or why
Or if i tried
not to let this part of me die.
It could be all the times
I couldn't get the tears to dry.
All I know,
is I apologize.
Because it used to be real.
I want to get back to how I used to feel.
And honestly I have known all along.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
I don't know what I've been thinking.
Not sure why I've been acting
Like I don't exist.
I have missed
Every bit
Of my waking soul.
And yet,
I've put myself to bed
For too many nights too long.
When did I stop loving myself?
I can't remember how or when or why
Or if i tried
not to let this part of me die.
It could be all the times
I couldn't get the tears to dry.
All I know,
is I apologize.
Because it used to be real.
I want to get back to how I used to feel.
And honestly I have known all along.
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