I know it's not me now, but the question enters my mind. It's not about me anymore. Will that question every go away? I feel like every day is going to be that day, but it never is. Why does my heart want something so badly when his heart doesn't? It seems so cruel. My heart is just an organ encased in my body. It doesn't think. How does it know?
My brain must be feeding it. It can't think for itself. Or can it? It feels triggers when my brain did not. How can that be? I'm so confused. Make it go away, please make it go away.
Why not me? Why me? What about me did you want and why didn't you want it at the same time? Why not me now?
