I can feel your sting.

Shaking with fear for I know you're near.
The breakdown of the century ladies and gents.
Four years of suppressed emotion, leaked out by one more thing.
May I please have one more thing go wrong?
It'll be the happy ending to this fucked up nonsense.

The adrenaline is rushing, and my hands are quivering.
I can't stand this anymore.
No friend to truly call my own.
No one to give all that I am to.
Just school, sleep, food, and occasionally family.
Hey, I guess that's all we truly need right?

I feel as though there has to be something more.
There fucking has to be.
If this is all that there is...

To be blunt, I want someone to love, and someone to love me back.
Someone to give two shits about me, whether it's a friend or love.
I know I have true friends, but distance doesn't help when a hug could be helpful, or for a laugh to share.

Every little god damn thing makes me shake.
You know that one breakdown that everyone talks about? The one where no one wants to come close, but everyone wants to know why?
The one with the beauty that's somehow laced in between?
The one that scares the shit outta you, leaves you breathless, hopeless, and paralytic on the floor?
I wish you would come, do your damage, and then leave me where I fall.