I am listening.
I am digressing.
I am living.
I am giving.
I am faking.
I am loving.

I am listening to you.
I am digressing on accident.
I am living and breathing.
I am giving myself.
I am faking a sickness.
I am loving and risking.

I am listening to your struggles.
I am digressing on accident and there's nothing.
I am living and breathing heavily.
I am giving myself despite my self.
I am faking a sickness that's hard to come back from.
I am loving and risking my heart.

I am listening to your struggles to distract myself.
I am digressing on accident and there's nothing I can do.
I am living and breathing heavily because of pressure.
I am giving myself despite my self-sacrifice.
I am faking. A sickness that's hard to come back from after all of this time.
I am loving and risking my heart's well being.

I am listening to your struggles to distract myself from my own.
I am digressing on accident and there's nothing I can do to turn around.
I am living and breathing heavily because of pressure. I have no power.
I am giving myself despite my self-sacrifice and exhaustion.
I am faking. A sickness that's hard to come back from after all of this time you've known me.
I am loving and risking my heart's well being. I expect.

I am listening to your struggles to distract myself from my own struggles that are incomparable to the ones i'm listening to.
I am digressing on accident and there's nothing I can do to turn around and be better. There's too much room for improvement. I don't know where to begin.
I am living and breathing heavily because of pressure I have no power to relieve.
I am giving myself despite my self-sacrifice and exhaustion i've been told aren't worth it.
I am faking. A sickness that's hard to come back from after all of this time you've known me, the fake me.
I am loving and risking my heart's well being. I expect more than nothing. You aren't much more. And you're no longer enough.