walking away
a lot of people walk away
they can't handle my "bad" days
i used to get so frustrated with them
mostly myself.
it took a long time to realize
if i can't stand to look in the mirror some days
i can't eat
and staring at the ceiling in silence is the only thing i can do
without crying
from feeling too much
or, more often
without going crazy
from feeling nothing at all
how can i expect you to understand
how can i ask you to stand by my side
and not ask the questions
that i don't even have the answers to
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