My camera is blurry and I can't breathe

I see people passing by and I think maybe I should talk to them

But then I don't and they're gone and I'm alone again

But it's my fault that I only talk to shooting stars 

And it's my fault that the rippling waves don't move for me

And I know maybe I should try harder and be better but I'm so used to having no one and nothing

And these days I've been so scared for my future because I have to do this and plan for that and make connections with people 

And then I think I can't do this and maybe I should just quit because I can't handle it all

Because it is all just too much

 

But tomorrow I will wake up

And I will pretend

And I will smile

And I will hope that this will pass.