I am lost. I am lost in you. I am lost in the idea of you. I am lost in the past and the person that once stood before my eyes. All of these writings and all of these words, they all have the same meanings and ideas behind them. I must be intoxicated, with violence or alcohol, to have these real thoughts flowing around me. I can not tell anyone how I feel without feeling bad anymore and it hurts so badly. Today I wanted to hit you, although you were already in pain. I cried for so long, wishing it had been me in that car. I’m still crying, truth be said. I can not tell you anything though, in fear that you would leave. Perhaps you should leave, perhaps then I could breathe. Somewhere deep down though, I feel like I need you. I feel like without you my world will shatter. The truth though, you ask? Without you my world would shatter but I believe I could also pull it back together, and it would be so much strong.

I just don’t want to be strong. I want you.