"Lost Melancholy"
I'm the problem.
I'm always hurt.
I'm always angry
Maybe it's all in my head,
Maybe I made it up,
But the pain is still real.
I've always been lonely,
But never isolated.
I've never had close friends,
But I always had friends.
Do they really see me,
Or do they see what they want?
My heart is breaking.
Do you even care?
Would I need to comfort you
As I took the leap?
I can't tell what's real.
My mind is in shambles.
I've been trained not to think,
Not to feel.
I think too much.
I feel too much.
How do I let go
If you're all I've ever known?
Is it too late for me?
Am I too far gone?
How do you fix
What was never whole to begin with?
I can't be angry.
You're just like me.
Lost, scared, confused.
Did I make the right choice?
Did I say the wrong thing?
I can't fix it now.
It's already done.
Maybe it's too late for me.
My story isn't done,
But I don't want to read further.
The pain only grows.
And sure,
Maybe it's all in my head,
But the pain is still real.
