Where are you now
Where are you now
Tell me
Are you scratching your eyes
Are you torn up inside
Let it see
Did your walls tumble down
Did they push you around to much
Have you nothing to say
Are you running away from the touch

Haven't written much here lately, I know. Maybe because I got some stuff off my chest. Told you that all I needed was you. And honestly, I haven't been in a state where I think about things... Being sick just makes you think about not wanting to be sick, and how unfair it is.
The pressure is still there.
So much to do. Too much.