I can feel it.
I can feel everything just falling to pieces.
And I'm trying my best to keep everything together.
I am trying to somehow not let the tears drown me.
Yet I can't remember how to stay afloat and can't help but to drown.
I just can't keep up with everything that's expected from me.
I can't deal with real life, or my imaginary world for that matter.
I'm not enough of a grown up. I'm not big enough or mature enough.
I'm not good enough.
I'm just not enough.
I'm not a good sister, or a daughter, I'm hardly enough of a person.
So you see, I'm feeling like crap.
And in the middle of it all, you made me smile.
I needed it, so thanks.
I hope I can return the favor one day.
I really do.