It breaks my heart to know we’re world’s apart It wasn’t like this before – when there seemed no road we hadn’t crossed before. But now you’ve changed – or maybe, I changed. how will i be sure, if you wouldn’t let me know? You never trusted me to begin with; if that is the case. i’d be a huge liar if i tell you it’s not hard to see your face Your grimace when i walk up to you – you won’t know; because now that’s a reflex action too but how can you find out, if you won’t let m

If my body were a museum of feelings and I let you in, you just might see what I want you to see. if you asked about it, you’ll not get the real picture either. If you let yourself in, you may lose yourself in its walls But once you’re inside, here’s what you’ll find: Worry. Anxiety. Confusion. Fear. They should be the first things you’ll see. Worry has littered every street of my mind, And I’m oblivious to when and where it comes from. It’s just always been there. Anxiety ha

Last week, I was feeling left out a lot… It was a few days of watching events I was oblivious to, going on effortlessly around me.   It made me realise how much I had missed being alone and how good it is for me. Sometimes, being on your own or being “left out” is good for you, even if it is just for a little while. Even though it was a surprisingly painful experience, I enjoyed it – it reminded me of a poem I wrote when I was about 15years. Reading it now, I think i was real