Losing
I'm losing grip.
I can't see clearly anymore.
Nothing is right.
I have everything, yet, I have nothing.
Everything I have is fake.
None of it will stay with me.
All my friends are fading away,
And my family was never there for me.
The one I wanted to be there for me has left me,
Driven into the ground by her own problems.
There's no way I could burden her, there's no way
I could make her see who I really am..
Would she drift even farther then she already has?
Would she leave me, the way every one else has?
Would she still want to be my friend, knowing that I can't
Always be perfect, the way everyone thinks I am?
Would she care to know that I'm not always honest?
Can she see that I'm not happy?
Will she comfort me, if I need her?
Would she be there for me, whenever I wanted to let it all go?
I'm slowly losing grip.
No matter the struggle, I always do.
I can't burden anyone with my problems, not anymore.
No, nothing anymore.