I feel so empty. Yet full of emotion. Like the smallest thing could push me over the edge.
What are you supposed to when there's nothing but pain left inside you?
What if everything we were looking for only existed in our dreams?
How do you explain something, when you can't even understand yourself?
It's almost scary, isn't it? The way that sadness doesn't only settle in your body, but the way it completely takes over every part of you.
The fact that, even when you're happy, that sadness is still there, lurking throughout your body, just waiting to show itself yet again.
I don't know to tell you that I'm broken, without feeling needy or selfish.
I don't know how to open up, without feeling judged.
I don't know how to cry, when my tears feel like acid.
I just need you to see that I'm hurting, without me telling you. My words are bleeding out, waiting for you to make me fine although I know that's not your job, and that you're better off without me.