Didn’t I tell you how this would be.
I said it would hard.
Life isn’t easy. Death is peaceful.
If you’re not willing to accept it; leave it.
I need you to realize this is me, this is how I breathe.
I take it all in, and hold onto it until it breaks me.
I tried to make it be different….
wanted it to be something more, but I just make this what I want.
I’ve been living this way for awhile.
thinking what I feel is harder than you really understand.
love is what you make it.
I want so much for everything to just be what it should.
I can’t breathe, and I’m suffocating with how the clouds are constant.
I can’t see it, I can’t feel it.
But I’m hanging on, waiting for it to just hit me.
Love my faults.
Know this is just my surface.
Tell me when is enough, and when I can just be.