[fortynine]

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

All this time I’ve been staying home thinking.
It made me realize things that I don’t want to know.

No matter how much I tell myself.
The truth is..

You’re really not there when I need you the most.

And sometimes I wonder,
If you love me, or you just love the fact that you’re with me.

And I’m wondering if I should just keep on lying to myself.

Telling myself,

Everything is going fine.  There’s nothing to worry about.

I’m happy.