Why then do I still feel so empty?
They all take a peice of me with them. Parts of me to never be returned.
The people whose names I once knew continue on, and here I find myself still remembering all that is too easily forgotten by everyone else. Why do I hold on to what others can readily forget? Or do they forget? Is it all a guise for everyone?
Are we all unable to truely move on?
You said you avoided closeness so as not to later feel empty and even more alone. Is this what you meant? I understand now, and thought you should know.
Always reaching out, yet afraid to get close. Then it's too late, and my unconscious won't let me let go.
You see the outward appearance of a healed self, when really this is not the case. I feel it too now, and just thought you should know.
The people whose names I once knew continue on, and here I find myself still remembering all that is too easily forgotten by everyone else. Why do I hold on to what others can readily forget? Or do they forget? Is it all a guise for everyone?
Are we all unable to truely move on?
You said you avoided closeness so as not to later feel empty and even more alone. Is this what you meant? I understand now, and thought you should know.
Always reaching out, yet afraid to get close. Then it's too late, and my unconscious won't let me let go.
You see the outward appearance of a healed self, when really this is not the case. I feel it too now, and just thought you should know.