Who am I?
The more you want to not think about all the hurt, the more it is buried at the back of my mind—the more the pain grows. How many times have you looked away today just to hide my swollen eyes? How many times have you heaved a sigh just to stop my emotions from building up? How many times have you tightened your grip on your pillow just so I can have a grasp on reality when the constant sting in my heart makes you lightheaded? How many times have you left your stomach empty just to punish me? You have thought through it for so long that you don't know what you've been thinking anymore. You began to lose our mind, and waking up is no longer in our choices. You got everything, but you got nothing. You are good, then you become worse. You were here, and now you're gone. We were here. We were here.