im still standing here.

I'm waiting for that to comeback and pick me up, to ask me am I ready or not and hold my hands tight. I miss that and I loved that. What am I doing now? I'm still here not going anywhere until I get hurt because of waiting too long. I know this isn't me two three four months before, "that" changed me. And I blame that for making me to be a better worse person. That steered me wrong, that fucked me up, and that cared. That.... Made me cry and wait,,, and I'm still,, here standing still.


I'm OVERBOARD.