What Did I Do To You?

What did I do?

Why did you just suddenly

Drop

Me?

Ditch me,

Ignore me,

Complain about me.

What did I do to

Lose

You?

We don’t

Talk, we don’t

Text, we don’t even

See each other.

Why?

I know you’ve got him here,

And you love him;

But what’s wrong with us?

I was there for you.

We’d stay up late,

Call each other sometimes,

Even sleep in each other’s rooms.

So why now?

What changed?

I thought you were my

Friend.

And now?

Three years later?

Now I’m not even an

Acquaintance.

I’m just like all those other

Girls

You complained to me about.

Just another friend who didn’t

Measure

Up.

Unfinished Business

It’s not over.

Unfinished.

Incomplete.

I’m not done.

And that scares me.

How easily it is to start up

Old

Habits.

I knew they were supposed to

Die

Hard.

But nobody told me they don’t always

Stay

Dead.

And that scares me.

But the most frightening thing?

When you’re down and alone,

And those habits come back to life;

When you’ve reached your low,

Your limit,

The scariest thing?

It’s you.

You keep killing your habits,

Over and over and over

Again.

But then you’re the one who

Breathes

Life

Back into them,

Over and over and over

Again.

Because it’s not over.

You’re not done.

Which is

Scary.

But worst of all;

You don’t want to be done.

Helpless or Heartless?

I can’t help.

It’s all I could ever do for anyone and

I

Can’t

Help

You.

And I can’t help me.

And I can’t help

Anybody.

So what does that make me?

Helpless or

Heartless?

Because you have to have a

Heart to

Help.

And if I can’t help

You,

And I can’t help

Me,

What am I?

I watch you try to destroy yourself and

Do

Nothing.

So then I go home and help myself

To some helpless and

Heartless destruction.

I can’t help.

I can’t help you.

But most of all,

I can’t help it.

Heartless or helpless?

How do you Understand Yourself?

How do you understand yourself?

Do you have to go on

Great journeys

To find yourself?

Discover all that you are

Capable of?

What do you have to do?

Because I don’t

Understand

Myself.

I can’t tell how I’m

Feeling,

Or what I’m

Thinking,

Or even what I

Want.

Am I sad? Or happy?

What makes me wake up

In the middle of the night in

Tears?

Why does my stomach feel sick?

Is it butterflies?

Or nausea?

How do you understand yourself?