Hiding
I’ve forgotten how to write, I forgotten how to express my feelings, I’ve forgotten myself. I’ve been living in a world of alcohol, clubs, money. Theres so much of me that I don’t like. I hate missing you, I hate knowing we’ll never be able to make eye contact, I hate that when I think of you…I begin loving you again.
Hiding is my only option, hiding from you, from others, from myself. I hide because theres more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you would like the rest. See sometimes, I don’t like the rest.
