I don't think we're ever meant to truly have it together,
but I like pretending that one day I will have suddenly changed everything.
I guess when things go bad it's hard to think about them ever getting better,
but then they do in the strangest of ways.
I find myself being grateful for the friends I do have,
Imaginary and real.
I still miss the old days,
And sometimes I wonder if I was ever really meant to exist in this time and place.
I can't help but think if everyone else thinks the same way I do.
Sometimes I feel alone in everything and that doesn't scare me.
Most of the time I feel alone in everything and that is the scariest thing in the world.
In the end, we are all alone when we die,
And I want to be able to tell myself that I lived my life to the best,
That I really am an okay person.
Sometimes I have strange dreams,
Sometimes I have nightmares.
More often than not I'm just glad to be breathing.