My head pounds,
Not on alcohol,
But on something much worse.
My thoughts slowly eat away at everything I love.
Make me realize how truly bad even the good things are.
It's created an apathetic side of I show to those who look hard enough.
A void of feelings.
So I fill that void with your love.
It occurs to me that your love may not even be genuine.
I ponder the thought for hours.
I think of all the bad things that could happen if I let you too close to me.