I invited you in.
And now, what?
My mind is out of control.
Why am I doing this to myself?
Why am I doing this to you?
“It’s not me.
It can’t be.
It’s not you.
I can’t do what I do if it’s you.
This is not happening.”
It’s my turn to be nice.
“I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you’re not here.
‘Cause I burnt every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try… holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why? All the possibilities. I’m sure you’ve heard.”
God, please help me to let go.
Please increase my tolerance.
I don’t want to let these little or big things get to me anymore.