Stress

I feel as if all you ever said was a lie..

I feel as if now that if it ends tonight, it wasn't right;

In the beginning I used to see it in the easiest way,

but now I'm beginning to understand just how..

I'm a coward in the most simplest of ways,

the way I fell for you was unique in it's own.

But with the way that you're treating me, I see it isn't fair.

I should've listened, when I said, "I won't," because I love you,

and it can never get any better than this.

Tonight I won't call you, it seems to be the best.

I wanna feel, in your heart tonight, you're missing me nonetheless. 

I want my shaking hands upon your body, you are mine to caress. 

But this is a statement I won't address, 'till I have you mine - over all the rest.

They say nothing, they have no opinion, on my biggest secret, the secret isn't feelin'

not too safe in a personal way, but hell, no.. Hey, could it get any better than this?

I know I miss you, but I won't admit, that I'm falling apart at the palm of your hands.

While I'm falling from the heights that you dropped me, I'm alright -

I just wish to know that you were the one doing all alright.

I know you want to hear me break, for assurance you know, you know I'm yours,

but I can't control you, and I never was - truth be told by yourself, not I.

you make my heart rush faster than ever before, kinda like I'm doing this alone, going through this torture. 

My heart is aching I can feel it turning cold, with the chills that are sent from my  resonating chest..

Is it possible to feel your own heart break? Your body falls numb and your brain cannot stop the pain?

Is it possible that the next pump of blood your heart rushes through, is iced and chilled like we're falling apart?

It's almost impossible the way I feel you next to me, that I see a shadow looking for a hug but I feel as if it'll kill me.

Why do I even try? When things are starting to look right and god breaks them apart right before my eyes.

It is truly the worst feeling I've ever felt and baby doll I'm really not doing alright… I wish I could talk to you, I wish I could text,

I wish I could get this all off of my chest.

I miss you, I need you, I want you and so the things around me aren't allowing me to achieve what I want and more. 

This is pain, this is terrible, this is me breaking apart from the distance of your arms.

This is me, this is what I am from the day that I was born is a broken, beat up, knocked down mess.

It's sad, it sounds like I'm exaggerating but I'm not. The happiness I fake is the utmost of my stress.