I try, I promise

there are only so many times you can

cry

sing

shout

scream

everything is orange

orange 

orange

everything is 

not how it was when I left

I wanted it to be - but don't we all?

It cant be what we left it because we didn't leave anything to save. 

fuck. 

I still see the shadows you left on my soul -
outstretched arms and a broken voice

Sometimes at 1am I see what it's like to be truly alone
even if I know I'm not truly alone I feel like it will
never fade.
That I will never be okay,
That I cannot give anything other than a broken piece.

is that enough?

there are only so many times you can
claim
to
be
okay.
and I'm not entirely sure if I can get you to agree with me anymore.