What Do I Want?

The more time goes by I open my eyes to the possibility that I'm more of the problem than I thought.

Through selfish acts of so called kindness and caring lies Ive fooled not only you but myself as well.

Between the sarcasm and backhanded insults lie insecurities.

Behind the standoffish appearance and nervous attitude is the desire to be needed.

Because darling it's been some time since I've felt the truth from the touch of another..

And this is not a cry for attention, or affection.
It's a lesson that what we feel from depression is just another repetitive in this chorus we call life.

A small space between the lines is where I've learned to hide
A door so cramped you cant see anything inside
A place where nobody can survive, because their heart will squeeze and their arms will bleed with many tears cried but once you're in thats it and you're trapped inside.

I barely made it out alive..

But here, looking at this door again. I am not afraid to die.