I see lightning when I close my head

If I could put sound into text, if I could hold on to the sky, if I could disappear, if I could make my shoulders lighter and tell you I like you I would,
in less then a heartbeat,
without a regret or second thought.

But I can't do that.
Because I think she's on your mind more.

It breaks me up more than it should.
You have to understand, destroying me is easy, making me whole is even easier.

Remember when people could feel things? I don't.

I write these blogs just so someone, even just one person knows,
that I want to die.