Being Alone Is The Only Armor I Wear

I’m all on my own aren’t I.

There’s no one out there like me or even suppose to be by my side.

My heart hurts all the time and its all always hard to breathe,

Most of the time I pretend not to notice,

I constantly feel like an abandoned building that’s slowly caving in by the sea shore knowing that one day there’ll be a hurricane to destroy what’s left. 

I’m never gonna be okay and if seems like I am doing great it’s just a mask I’m wearing for the evening. I see things that I’m not suppose to see, 

Which only makes me blunt and honest about what I think.

You can’t sugarcoat the smell of burnt tires and I can’t stand people who try to.

Don't get me wrong I’m not sure who I am or who I want to be,

But I’m sure that’ll I’ll try my best to be completely honest to myself. 

So pointing out my flaws will help me stay this way….