Never will
I tip toe around you. I’m broken inside, my eyes are dry, I feel nothing inside. I want to love and feel loved, not get beaten up by a crashing storm.
(And if I go, I don’t expect you to chase after me, no one ever does, no you never will.)
I’m breathing, but it’s steady, I’m dieing but not ready, I’m screaming but quietly, I’m alive but barely. ()x2
