Missing.

something is missing. and it's not you it's me. i can't keep living life in pieces whatever i'm feeling now i've got to somehow release it. the creases are growing if you were looking, it'd be showing. is it worth dealing with the blanket of suffocation? is it worth the sting in my nose from constant hiding and holding back the tears? is it worth it if you don't think so? starlight city is at an all time low. i couldn't prepare myself for the sudden breakdown. i want to say a million things but when i go to say them i lose my voice i bite my tongue i have no choice. maybe i'm intimidated, but i think it's more i'm scared to feel and accept i feel. to admit to someone else that i feel; that i can even be real. love michelle.