How could things change so fast
one minute only happiness surrounds you
the next you feel like your drowning.
All it took was one phone call for the old me to vanish. Everyone around me says that they see me the same.
That their feelings towards me hasn't changed.
But how could you believe them if your feelings towards yourself has changed.
Tainted by my sins that could never be washed away.
No matter how much i try to forget or scrub my skin until it's raw, nothing will go back to the way it was.
All i do now is pretend and hide behind my pen because who could i reach out to if they don't understand my pain.
