weishemohuaizheyang

i'm not ok,
and you're not helping,
i dont know why.
maybe to you it just is, and will remain as nothing.

and i'm near the point where i don't care,
because you don't either.
that was your chance to say at least something,
but you left me hanging, again.

i can't wait this one out,
not because i don't want to, but i just cannot.
i'm too distracted and lost.
yes, lost; for words, thoughts and emotions.

i'm tired of trying to figure this whole thing out.
its weighing on my shouders and pushing me against the wall of nails.
i think i'm alone on this,
can't you just meet me halfway?

now just really, what the fucking ever.
its gone through my head enough.
i really thought i read you like a book,
i was darn sure i did.
turns out you're not the person i know you are.

whatever comes, it couldnt be any worse.
given the chance, i'll do it all again.
and things will just never be the same.
i won't be.

and i just want to see you.

love,
samantha.