Intruder

Old memory

It feels like I can’t do anything right.
It feels like what I do never gets you.
Like no matter what, it will never be enough.

It feels like I’m messed up in the head.
It feels like my tears will never stop running.
Like my love isn’t enough.

It feels like an endless night with no light in sight.
It feels like a burning liquid inside my veins not letting my lungs breath.
Like air can’t keep me alive.

It feels like I should just give up.