|Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams; telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.|
FoolishI can't figure out why I'm cryingFoolish by lunastar
nor why it hurts so much to breathe
as if someone is in my chest and squeezing my lungs.
Why should these tears be falling
and why should the emotional pain
transcend to physical to the point where I can't even stomach
lest it make me sicker.
How is it that you came to have such sway over me?
How did I go from feeling like the one in charge
to the one crumbling under your flippant tone?
Every thought that now dwells on you
is no longer bringing elation to my being,
but is rather dragging me down
and I just want to sleep.
But I can't sleep
because what's dragging me down
is keeping me awake
and exhausting me all the while.
What I really wonder is
is it worth it to even feel these things?
Is it worth it to become an emotional and physical wreck?
it seems to me
like you just don't give a damn.
(And honestly, that's what hurts the most.)