Sometimes I get overwhelmed.
Sometimes I need space.
I hope that’s okay.

Sometimes I get overwhelmed...
It feels like I’m drowning and I can’t get out. 

Feelings, people, emotions, and clout.

Sometimes I need space... I’m frustrated and don’t know what else to do.
It hurts me. It hurts you.

In the end, what I’m scared of the most is losing you.

I hope it’s okay... The distance... the muse...

You ask if I’m okay, but I feel like you can’t hear me out.
I put on a smile and just tell myself it’s a drought.

I seem fine and everything’s okay, but in my mind it’s all doubt.
Tomorrow is a new day... that’s all I can think about. 

Dreams turn into terrors and sleep turns into meals.
I really wish you just could understand how I feel. 

I know I can’t talk about things as easy as you... Sometimes all I need is space and quiet to let me undue.

The thing that hurts me.
The thing that hurts you.

My anxiety.

It’s mean and it’s rude.
It makes me come off like I don’t care and kind of a prude. 

I do have feelings.
I do love you. 

Sometimes I get overwhelmed.
Sometimes I need space.
I hope that’s okay.