So in love that I feel stupid
Mostly because I don't even know what love is
Some because he doesn't know it
Actually because I really am

The darkness in my head,
Sleepless in my bed
Constant fear,
Stress is here
Zombie like movements
Eyes are itchy
Do I seem ******?
I don't make sense
Where are my pants?
I almost forgot...
What it's like...
During finals week...

You don't want them
Trust me you don't
Sometimes they make life better
But only for a little
Then they make life miserable
You will wish that you were never happy,
That you never deserved to be happy
And you will cry and cry and cry
Until something makes you happy again
Then it will be impossible to even think about how sad you were
It's a bad cycle to be in,
Messes with your head