Why
Why should I care about myself yet clearly all the care I know is my health
Why
Why should I love myself since the hate I have is similar to the love people say they give
Why
Why should I accept to be alive to feel it's pain and dislike yet being dead is better off
Why
Why should people lie to get my comfort,to feel my freedom yet their truth isn't different.
Why
Why should I fall in love with you to get trust issues since it's never the time to be close
I'm nervous
I'm torn in my thoughts
Whether telling the truth
Or letting them at bay
Would still help me
I'm nervous
I'm mixed with signals
Duplicating tensions in my muscles
Boring deep holes in my heart
It's pain drowning
I'm nervous
I'm broken by looking forward
Fighting the real away
Yearning for an illusion
Yet still not surviving
I'm nervous
I'm waiting for a call
To clear my mind perhaps
To open my heart out
And free my prisoner.
Perhaps letting my nerves
Take over my pride
Is the happiness I need.
