today may be a better day
but
it’s still a day
without you

I thought the breakup wasn't going to come back to haunt me
Boy was I wrong.
It actually squeezes me from a point of not knowing where it hurts.
I wonder if he feels this way.
If he ever felt this way.
Repressing it was a bad idea, foremostly my fault.
I was filling this void with other boys and that wasn't necessarily helping.
Readings his letters of love for me pulled strings I didn't want to be touched.

He's moved on.
He doesn't want me anymore and a part of me breaks for that fact.
I'm not mad that he has moved on, just broken.
My heart breaks and no one is watching me, no one to catch me.
I am lost.
Alone.

When the summer turns to fall
I get these feelings, and recall
All the times love’s past me by
And I let it go with just a sigh…

It's not insomnia but I skip sleep on regular nights.
I hear voices in the soulless nights…

Aren't you lonely?
Aren't you worthless?
Aren't you depressed?

I feel inferior.
I feel lonely.
I feel needy

But why do I always look happy but not feel it?
It’s empty in me, but why does it feel so heavy?
Sometimes I just hate my own presence...