I think I’m used to cutting off pieces of myself to keep people warm. I might try to change, but it won’t work.
It’s a strange place to be, feeling this needy. Craving someone’s company every second of the day. I used to be the girl who craved solitude, who did things on her own, who got lost in her mind, cradled melancholy, and drowned in the blues.
Now, I’m afraid to be alone with my thoughts.
Will I ever escape the sadness that is in my heart?
She Was Sea 