i want my best friend back.
i really do.
yes i don't really have anyone besides her.
a couple perhaps.

yes i feel invisible most of the time. and unseen.
and un heard.
and, not cared about.
and things like that.
but i think im used to these things.
and im not complaining.
maybe there are people out there that still care about me.
but i do know that a lot of people never really let me know what i was to them.
if i was ever anything. i dont know.

maybe i'm just a brick wall. and most things are my fault.

life moves on. people do to.
and we can't blame. or tear things down.
i guess we can only accept how everything is.
or else.

you really are alone.

i wouldn't like time to heal this.
time erases.

what if i said that you weren't my whole world?
what if i said it wasn't always all okay?
what if i said that it's not enough?
what if i said that i'm not happy?
what if i said that i'm not content?
what if i said that i'm tired of all this?

but what if i said, there are moments where everything fades, everything seems so little, so clear, and it is alright?

does it make it all worth it?

perhaps, no.

glory us.

i was told you are depressed by a little bird that was severly hurt
as it did not notice my window
it just flew wherever the wind blows
as it convulsed on the pavement it whispered, "i am hated"
your genetic flaws
i said, "say it all, you can't decipher reflections from reality but neither can i"