Liar

When every piece of you goes missing.

Better? You could say that definitely. 

You could say that I don't stay up half the night listening to my heart beat-beat-beating, or my thoughts screaming for me, trying to swallow me whole. 

You could say I found a hobby, something to do in between the gaps of time when I'm not sleeping, or eating, or sleeping, or eating. 

You could say I'm doing better socially, I found new friends, and new more than friends, but what about the old? 

Who am I hurting by not being-being-being everywhere, all the time, all at once?

Balance you say, is the answer, 

but how can I, who cant even balance on a bike, balance on everything, everywhere, all at once? 

I can split myself into pieces, I think would be the most efficient way to break me. 

Take away my arms and give them to the girl, 

give away my heart and give it to the guy, 

take away my legs and give it to the distanced caused by my inability to balance. 

Take away my head and give it to school, 

take away my face and give it to my family, but fix it up nice and pretty so they don't realize the rest of you is missing. 

Just like we practiced, just balance-balance-balance until you fall and watch everyone roll away from you anyways.

Author's Note

Please ignore any grammar issues you might find, I wrote this quite some time ago. I hope you enjoyed reading.
- Light.