A part of me wants to just drop this, all of this. Forget about everything. 
Be alone.

A part of me wants to make amends and go back to living the life I’m used to, even if it was slowly killing me.

A part of me knows I’m broken and that I’m getting better.

A part of me doesn’t give a fuck and is scared and wants to go back, take it all back. All of the pain and stupid feelings and hurt.

A part of me knows it’s stupid to go back to pretending I was happy, when I could actually be happy.

All of me doesn’t understand what’s going on here and wants these feelings to end.
A part of me wants to keep secrets…the other part wants to hurt you.