But why are we so caught up on depending our happiness on others?
why can’t we be happy because we decide to?
We consistently make people our only source of happiness
and we are consistently heartbroken when they let us down...

I try to put my thoughts and words together, in hopes that you can feel me

These bad thoughts suppresses me
The grasp of reality is leaving me
Why the **** won’t these thoughts leave me alone
I’m hungry
Hungry for some reality
Hungry for some sanity

Was I ever even enough for you

Deep down I can’t help but feel regret and guilt
because I didn’t tell you what you meant to me
and because of the sad and obscene fact that I didn’t say “I love you" enough times for you to believe me
but maybe I wanted to believe that I didn’t need to say it
yet, the truth is deep down in your heart you always knew, that “I love you” was never enough