crash and burn

because dreams shouldnt be the highlight of my days.

cause fantasy shouldnt become my reality.

im scared. i dont know the difference between blue or grey.

the only torture of living is not knowing if youre actually dead or just a character in a cruel sitcom.

life feels good with emotions. i remember when i use to feel emotions instead of just acting them .

i remember sitting on the steps and watching her cry.

and now people watch me cry.

ive never looked down at an object before and wanted to cry so badly in my life.

so im going to write this.

and whatever we had ends i want you to read this.

and understand it was never you.

it was always me.

selfish me.