Deleting more characters than I am actually writing tells me that I am lost.
It tells me that I don’t know or like what I have become but I know that I have said I will change before.
I guess Im still here to show you that I haven't and that I can’t.
After everything that I have been through in my 20 years of existence you think I would amount to more.
Maybe what I amount to shouldn’t matter.
Maybe I should measure my worth in the ratio of laughter to tears but the pathetic thing is I know what one would be greater.
Does greatness matter?
What matters?
I want someone to tell me what matters.
I need to know what matters.
Sometimes the burning behind my eyelids keeps me from sleep.
Sometimes when I lay still I can feel like I’m floating.
Sometimes, if I think hard enough I can pretend that there is nothing around me.
Sometimes in the darkness I forget.
It tells me that I don’t know or like what I have become but I know that I have said I will change before.
I guess Im still here to show you that I haven't and that I can’t.
After everything that I have been through in my 20 years of existence you think I would amount to more.
Maybe what I amount to shouldn’t matter.
Maybe I should measure my worth in the ratio of laughter to tears but the pathetic thing is I know what one would be greater.
Does greatness matter?
What matters?
I want someone to tell me what matters.
I need to know what matters.
Sometimes the burning behind my eyelids keeps me from sleep.
Sometimes when I lay still I can feel like I’m floating.
Sometimes, if I think hard enough I can pretend that there is nothing around me.
Sometimes in the darkness I forget.
These words are nothing.
These words aren't all of me.
I don't want this to be all of me.
These words aren't all of me.
I don't want this to be all of me.
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