Unwell

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
Feeling like Im headed for a breakdown
And I dont know why

But Im not crazy, Im just a little unwell
I know right now you cant tell
But stay awhile and maybe then youll see
A different side of me
Im not crazy, Im just a little impaired
I know right now you dont care
But soon enough youre gonna think of me
And how I used to be...me

Im talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow Ive lost my mind

Once again I put myself out there and here I am again... crying over it. Well; not crying yet, but damn close.

I thought I was doing everything right.
I thought I might actually be worth someones time.
I thought I was told that they're missing out.

No one's missing out. Right when things start looking up, everything falls back into place:

I'm just the package deal... the one that takes up everybody's space and breathes all their air.

Happy Birthday.