on My Own
Time is getting slower, the air feels heavier, space is
getting compacted, a feeling of Closter phobia is coming over me. But
every time I stop thinking about it, I feel even more lost than before.
It hurts so much to think, but it's so hard to pretend. I don't know
what's wrong with me, but I feel the tears swelling up again. I don't
understand why I can't just forget about you, this pain, that part of
my life-that's over! Why do I want you to come back to me so bad, when
you've hurt me so much? I wish I had someone to help me get through
this pain, but I know I have to do this on my own. No matter how much it
hurts this pain will help me grow.