I'm upset.
No, I am sad.
I might just be depressed.
I can tell anymore.
I feel a warm, heavy weight on my heart.
My pulse picks up and I begin to suffocate.
The battles I fight within me are greater than any battle I will ever face in front of me.
Illusions are created. But I cant be sure they aren't real.
You feel I should be over it.
Only you can make me feel better.
But I can't trust you right now.
I don't trust myself either.
I'm feeling bitter.
You are my weakness.
And you are aware of it.