I've had a very happy week so far.

And I am asking you nicely not to sneak up on me. My eyes sting already.

It will never be enough for you, huh?

I am alone, very very alone.

And I have been for ages now.

My soul is so broken, sometimes. ANd the cracks have rusted over in the rain of my eyes.

I don't even know what to do at this point.

Leave me be, just for awhile.

I gave you this afternoon. I deserve to enjoy now.

While it still ruins me to admit I lost my best friend, I did.

Things have changed for me.

And she's not helping, and neither are you.

I'm the funny one now.

It doesn't mean shit.

Away from the crowd, I'm more like this.

Reserved, alone, concerned.

Hope is almost non existant.

Like this sliver of silver.

Tarnished.