Maybe it's all me,
Maybe it's all in my head,
Maybe it's the way I imagine things to be,
Maybe it's how I perceive the world around me.

But why does it hurt so much?
Why do I find myself crying every day, caught in these thoughts?
Why does my heart ache with every imagined scenario?
Is the pain just a reflection of my fears,
Or is it something real, hidden beneath the surface?

Were my...