robbed.

clouded head and that one am feeling.

i want the cancer to disintegrate.

i don't know you.
but i know you don't deserve this.

i wish i knew him better.
i wish i knew how to comfort him.
i wish you were okay because then he would be okay too.

mirror images, on a dirty glass.
self-reflection of sorts.
i care too much.
i want to cry, all the time, about stupid things i can't control.

young girl, full of the world.
someday, you will be awake.
i am just so, so sorry.