Do you mind if I pretend my life is not my life?
But some assimilation of a future far far away?
If I fantasize about freedom, or be deaf and blind for just one day?
Will you resent me for crying, for not controling my moods?
Will you never understand, that the way I am is not because of you?
You worry I will leave you, I worry you'll want me to go.
This fear is unbecoming, so I mustn't let it show.
Don't ask if "we're alright", don't wonder if it's you.
It's all my messed up brain, but you don't seem to understand or believe the truth.
Forgive me, I'm not perfect.
Forgive me, I'm no where near.
I'm trying so hard to fix myself and you only radiate fear.
You think that I'm an addict, because I need meds every day.
Because without those few pills I seem to crumble and break.
You feel like you're losing me, but I've just lost myself.
Forgotten who I am, along with mental health.
Asked by Anonymous at 4:26 PM on May. 13, 2009 in Relationships
Answer by Anonymous at 6:33 PM on May. 14, 2009
Answer by jeanclaudia at 4:31 PM on May. 13, 2009
Answer by Anonymous at 4:35 PM on May. 13, 2009
Answer by Anonymous at 5:49 PM on May. 13, 2009