I sit with this confusion locked in my head. Will tomorrow be the day I don’t want to get out of bed?

Stay here & I’ll think of all the things you’ve said, that’s just another full day of dread.

Leave here alone, empty & lost, it seems as thought our love now comes at a cost.

“your crazy...your this, but I only mean the things I say when I’m pissed.”

Happiness is happy and sadness is sad, but what does it all mean when love drives you mad?

If my heart tells me one thing and my mind tells me not, is it even really an actual thought?

Depressions a mother, anxiety?..She’s worse...sometimes I feel the only way out may be the back of a hurst.

What am I waiting for? Love? Passion? Full Dedication? Trust?

Why do I try so hard to make loving you a must?

If you don’t care I don’t have to either....

Is that really what you want? Will me not caring make your life easier?