Overproduction with heavy eyes. Tired of running away.

And, suddenly I miss you. I miss our arguments even though they blew up before us.

Snakes are all around me. And, it becomes harder to know who to trust.

It's not real; it's not real. No matter how many times I tell myself that, it doesn't come true.

I wasn't looking, but then I put too much effort. I don't know; maybe it's just best to let things be.

This is the woman I am becoming. They tell me to bite down my words.

I'd like to think that today I would react differently. But, I don't know.

It's like I don't think twice. I just laugh and keep talking.

Try to hide who I am. But, I'm bleeding through.

Soft, cold hands. I rub them furiously.

Poison in the air. Deadly, it's suffocating.

I'm tired and not just physically. But, emotionally.

I don't know what to think. I mean was it that big of a deal?

I have to believe that one day, I'll stop running. That one day, I'll be free.

I just want peace and quiet. I don't want to argue anymore.

It's like I don't have to think twice. My words slip and smooth over my thoughts so easily.

Heart broken. How could you do this?

All of a sudden, it's on me. Don't mess up.

I won't own up to my mistake. I know I did wrong, but it was mistake.