You left me.
Here in this same state.
Feelings of being pathetic.
I panic because it's all too much of the "truth".
Because they all come to the same conclusion time and time again and it hurts.
I'm sorry I'm not closer to perfection like you.
Or that I can't express myself in a way you approve of.
I'm tired.
So tired of it all.
Dealing with life and the people in it.
Being happy for everyone but me.
I have to return to selfish ways otherwise my soul will fade away.
I won't apologize for my feelings.
I can't do that again.
So good luck dealing with the blue-grey version of who I am.
Good luck becoming my friend again.
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