eventually you get used to others
being sorry, you get tired of the pity
and would rather them say
nothing at all. all you want is
someone to talk to that relates.

and though i protect you,
i need saving too

there are often times i am caught in a
position i can’t handle.
i want more than anything to make everyone  happy, not being able to do
that tears me apart. it’s an endless
cycle of what happens to be
my biggest fear; disappointment.

but i have learned, that no matter how hard i try, i can’t save the world

the words are foreign but the feeling is farmiliar.

i don’t know what to do with myself

i am, on my own, putting myself into even deeper trouble.

and this time i looked up, thinking that would make me stop digging deeper.

but i have come to realize that it didn’t stop me

and that i am in the midst of my inevitable and predicted downfall.