Nothing.

The reason i do what i do,

is because it is the best thing i could do.

It's quite strange that i'm doing what i'm doing,

pretending to be someone i'm so used to be.


Maybe i was wrong,

thinking that i could handle this.

handle being a stranger to you,

handle the fact that i have to stay away in order to avoid worsen your burden

handle the pain that i have to constantly lying to myself




most of all,

handle being around you seeing you like this but will never be able to aid you.



I'm nothing.

probably was just another bug around you.