I reach, you crumble.

You run, and I stumble.

I'm falling,

You're laughing.

You're swinging,

I'm hiding.

I'm unsafe and unstable.

You're unwilling and unable.

When did we change?

When did our feelings derange?

I care so much,

And you care so little.

I wish I could feel less.

I wish you could feel more.

Was it always this hard before?

I feel broken and beaten down,

Forever facing a growing frown.

I just want someone, anyone to care...

Is there someone, anyone there?

I'm flawed and imperfect,

But that is just me.

I wish more than anything that you could see.

But you will be you,

And I will be me,

And that's just how things are going to be.