Jellyfish
It's almost better if you weren't to come around anymore.
The short time we have together is hurting me. When you are around I'm alive only to die 6 hours later when you leave. My days are meaningless without you. I don't leave my bed. My heart aches. Now I know how orcas feel when their young are tragically ripped away from them. I know the distress signals they beacon in attempts to contact them. Only in time do we heal, and as soon as I start to feel a little better with each day and each new distraction you come back around and remind me of why I hurt. I guess it's all a natural process of life; to feel. But oh what i'd give to feel as if I wouldn't another day. It hurts knowing you're the one who always feels the most. How is it someone who's so dead inside can have so much emotion eating at her flesh. How am I the one with strength for all those who are weak around me when I myself have no strength. I feel like the blind leading the blind. I give all the advice but have trouble following it myself. It's like I know what needs to be done. The keys and answers to happiness live within me but I only know how to give them away. You're the only reason I still fight. Everything isn't ok. It's can't be ok. And I'm not ok with you being ok with it. I didn't ask for this life. I don't want any part of this. I'm trying to hardest to be supportive but my backbone is weak.
