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You’re falling apart (they say)
I was falling, breathless
What’s happening?
Is this how it will end?
All my effort… my worth,
Everything I’ve done to mold myself to what I am now
Everything I’ve worked hard for…
And yet, I get nothing more than just some looks?
That’s it?
Nothing more?
Maybe I was just expecting more than I should have…
Maybe I was expecting to get something
that was never meant for me…
Harsh, isn’t it?
I was falling, I guess I was…
I couldn’t see the light anymore…
The spark that made me feel alive… gone
At a certain point, the only thing left
Was me, and the voices in my head
Asking…
“Am I good enough?”
“Did I speak too harshly?”
“Was I too rude?”
“Why do people care? And why now?”
If I had done things differently, would all of this stay the same?
The only thing I knew,
Is that I was falling, and yet…
The only thing I saw, was myself
Myself from a time I felt loved
From a time things weren’t this hard
And now? I feel like a burden
“You’re falling apart”, They say.
Maybe those voices will finally be quiet.
Will I be the one to make them die?
Or was all of this, just those voices
Talking louder than they should?
Guess we’ll never hear the end of this story.