Hey.
I’ve been thinking about you,
Could you feel it?
Your silence depressed me.
I still live in the dark if you ever wondered how I was doing.
Some things never heal.
Some people have to carry burdens they can’t show the world.
Some people never lived the way a kid should’ve.
Some things never change.
I think I’m sick of acting like everything is okay.
I don’t remember the last time I cried.
I’ve watched the light fade in people’s eyes,
And every time, I saw myself clearly.
When can I forget?
I know everyone else has.
I bring up rigid moments back then and they ask me,
“You still remember that?”
Of course I do, I’m still there, against my will.
My impossible expectations wait for me to cave.
When my shadowed essence falls, draped over my mass,
Then it will be time to take off my cloak and show the world my scars.
Though that time never came,
And if I had you by my side I worry we'd be stuck here, forever.
Is that okay?
Am I okay?
No, it's as you said, I "never was."
I’ve watched the world run from space nearly my entire life.
I used to wonder if I could fall back down to Earth.
But it’s not my place anymore.
It’s okay, don’t worry about me,
I don’t mind watching you grow older without my shadow in your shade.
Honestly, I just hope I don’t freeze up here.