It is my hope
That I spend my life
Looking for who I am
And never ever find me
That's right... you see
I asked myself one day
If i.... I'm looking for myself
Am I not already me ?
So it is the act of looking
It seems that if I'm looking
For anything at all
It's for that .....
.......which I don't.....
.......want to be

Causing me to alter my course
Consistently degree by degree
Changing is growing
everyday
And that's how I know it's me

I feel your breath on my skin
shivering into my skull
infesting my thoughts.
you claw at the inside of my ribcage
spiraling sharpness
ripping my flesh wide open.

you make me so cold.

It was sad
Because every time she found a person that made her feel less alone
They left her to be more lonely than before
It was sad
Because every time she tried to tell someone how she felt
She thought it didn't matter
It was sad
Because she had been sad for so long she no longer remembered
How it felt to be happy
It was sad
Because she no longer knew who she was
Only a shadow of herself
It was sad
Because she felt like it was okay to feel like ****
As long as everybody else didn't
It was sad
Because while she was loving everyone around her
She was the one who needed to be loved the most

"It's just one night",
said the Sun at last light
to the bird in flight.