Say

I say I need it

but all I want is you

I say to leave

but I’m begging you to stay

I say I just want to be alone

but I want to be anything but

I say I’m happy

but I don’t feel a thing

I say it was a scratch

but I didn’t say where from

I say I’m fine

but really, I’m dying

I say I’m just tired

but the question is:

tired of what?

tired of having space

of being alone

pathetically crumbling to ashes

alone in my tiny world

alone with too much space

so much that my cries don’t echo

they never leave this place

I have too much space