You know I want to rant, I want to scream, I want to let it all out. But I can't for so many reasons. I can't show how I feel, I can't fucking come out and say that I'm losing...I can't admit that the place that I used to look to for support and advice, help and friendship is now a place I dread going.
I can't admit I'm killing myself, I can't say that things aren't going to be okay.
I'm happy...but at the same time I can't admit I'm not. I'm losing it, but at the same time someone makes it all make sense. Part of me is confused constantly because I can't admit that things are so good but they are also a little bad. IT MAKES NO SENSE AND I CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT ALONE, but nobody will take the time to notice and try to help me figure it out. Everybody has there own problems and mine are menial in comparison so I can't bring myself to admit that every single day I struggle.
And that only one person seems to make it all better.
I can't figure it out while my mind races a hundred thousand miles a minute. And I can't figure it out when I put paper to pen. My old escapes are now just cages that blend in with the rest. My head is a prison, my brain a jail cell and my thoughts are caged. I have no creativity, I've lost my will to write.
I can't escape, I don't need to, but I do.
