too much

is it possible

can it be

i keep on wondering

the question spins through my head

the answer for always eluding me

i stare out the train
highlands await in the distance
north sea on my right
memories of our conversation mingle
you never gave me an answer

i feel empty

the pain intensifies

am i too much

is it too much to digest

can you not handle all of me

can it be possible

am i that special

or are you the blind one

can you not see

what is the matter with you

i empty myself

still it is not appreciated

taken for granted

is there anything worse than that

who ever wants to feel this way

i conclude

it is you not me

i am what i am

you just cant see it

you are consumed with yourself

and to be honest

i dont want you around anymore

you only steal from me

no appreciation

never a thank you or a sorry

it is too much

i am too much

you cant handle it

and i cant handle that you cant handle it

too much