I keep telling myself I'm okay. 

I don't need to cry. 

It does't really matter. 

Some attachments aren't reciprocated. 

Definitely not. 

Not all love is romantic. 

Why is this making me so upset?

 I don't even know why. 

It's hard to explain. 

This feeling of despondency has to be fought. 

I just have to cry. 

And cry.

                    And Cry

                                           And Cry

                                                                Just to Get it Out

                                                                                                    Just to feel alright

I can fake it.

I force a smile

Some are real

Some aren't

Some feelings last

Some fade away

I'm fading

Fading away

Part of me has been washed away