I loved you first

Insecurities

Let's say.

One day I was running.

Far away.

Would you run with me?

I want you too.

Just me,

You,

And the moon.

She wouldn't be there.

I feel so evil.

She's a nice girl.

I just envy her,

Because she has you.

And I do not.

You don't really bother with me.

No one does anymore.

I mean.

Am I that easy to forget?

I feel pathetic.

So stupid.

Such an idiot.

I'm silly.

Silly for thinking you'd ever chose a daisy,

In a field of roses.

I'm fine.

No I'm not.

I'm not as fine as everyone truly thinks.

Or as it may seem.

When we were close.

Those where the days.

I miss them so much.

I was confident.

Free.

We did everything together.

That was when I wasn't insecure.

Now I am insecure.

I care.

I care a lot.

About what people think.

We're not close at all now.

So really all we have now is.

Memories.

This must mean it's the end.

Because in the end,

All that's left is memories.

I'm tired.

So fucking tired.

Im tired of feeling.

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking,

Crazy.

Insane.

Mental.

It's your fault.

But it's not.

It's my fault.

My fault for letting you get in.

Letting myself fall.

I crawled in so far,

So, so far.

I got lost.

Now I'm stuck.

I hate it.