#suffocating thoughts

Why do I hold my feelings captive? I want to trust, love, and share. Maybe I have nothing left to share. Maybe what I do have is so little that I can't risk letting anyone have it for the fear of it being taken.

Y do i get attached easily? Y am i so sensitive and fragile? Y am i cold hearted at the same way i'm very soft hearted? Y is it so hard for me to sleep every fucking midnight? Y do i always have to adjust for the people around me? Y can't i just do or enjoy the things i want without being judged? Y do i still think about my past? Y do people still treat me like shit after all that i've done for them? Y are they always blind? Y can't we accept realities, instead of fooling ourselves with our fantasies? Y do i have so many thoughts?

I would've been such a different person.

These jeans are suffocating my thighs as much as these thoughts are suffocating my brain. I can't be suffocating in two places at once. These thoughts have to go.