Why.

I dunno how real.
I dunno whats real.
One moment its a fight,
One moment its alr forgotten.

Did we choose to forget,
or just to bypass.
Its not healthy.
But its not helping.

Nothing to talk about.
OR we chose not to talk about.
Its getting harder, heavier.
As it sinks. and sinks... to the bottom.

I am confused.
I dunno what can we talk about.
The irritated look on your face,
perhaps told me I have crossed the line.
Or perhaps YOUR line.

Im just not me anymore.
and I dunno what to do anymore.

Yearning doesnt help.
Thinking doesnt help.
Missing doesnt help.

You think there is nth wrong.
Then why do I feel there is smth wrong.
When you ask me, what is really wrong.
Its not a simple answer that I could just reply.
If its only that simple. I wish.