Save me from myself.
Talk to me, swear to me that you meant all those things you said.
Swear to me things are going to be different.
But you don't know that and you can't promise me anything.
I thought if I stuck around, you'd realize that I'm not so bad after all.
I am very much younger and maybe that's why.
I can't keep doing this.
I'm so tired of being alone on holidays and I'm just so tired of being the only one who doesn't fit into this equation.
But I do know that I'd always want you with me, even for a day. Maybe two days. One hour. Just to hold you and hear you say that you see me.
That things will change for the better.
That I'm not waiting here in vain.
I've been trying to do all sort of things.
See all sorts of people.
Feel all sorts of things.
I want to see which of these is going to make me feel better.
Make it stop hurting.
Like a cure in reverse.
Instead of medication for my disease, I am trying anything that could tell me what my problem is.
