I don’t know

this life isn’t what I wanted. please take me back to when I could hide my pain when I could hide the things I saw. I lost my sister, I lost a friend I lost my hope for love. what else shall be lost hm? every time something seems good, it’s gone in seconds of me reaching to hug it close. Gone, a simple enough word don’t you think? But it hurts to say. Hurts, that’s another one...I say it a lot, only...in my head. I’m a private person, even my mom doesn’t know much. I keep things to myself as much as possible and yet I ask others to tell me things. Not a good friend huh? I don’t know

the sun comes seeping into my room as I lay awake wondering where am I, where do I go from here? I’m so confused, do I get up or stay here and try to sleep? I don’t know.