Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The fact that I keep living in spite of my thoughts sometimes
The fact that I whine about things and not doing anything about them
The fact that you care enough to say something is too much for me
The way you ask me if everything is alright when I know it's not makes it better

I know this will get better with time
Time heals all wounds;
With that I'm too familiar
I try too hard sometimes

Getting better isn't easy
I remember when you weren't alright either
But you are a lot better now
So much shit comes your way, but you handle it

And I know I don't know everything
Hell, I don't know half of it
Half of your situation or half of mine
But I know it gets better with time

If only that time was short

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