Isan's Journal

I've been waking up in violent sweat In short of breath Been having cuts that just won't close Like I'm close to death Could this be love? Or a sign I need to let go Our souls were made to be mates Our bodies fit interlaced This couldn't have been a mistake So, why does this feel like the wrong place? I thought this was love I don't want to let go I'm standing at his door Praying he's not home  Nothing really left to say Just want to drop off his coat It was never love I'm trying to let go

 Looking in from the outside, Things may seem so organized My mind is anything but, It took a long time to realize Why can't things just be kept simple?  The way they were before Not as messed up as they are now, Back when I wasn't so insecure The person I thought I was, The one they all used to see The girl that jokes and laughs;  Yes the ghost of me Everything has piled up,  And the damage has been done I don't mold to what they want At least not anymore I let myself fall Without being sure if I'll be caught Definitely not doing that again The lesson has definitely been taught