nineteen. unfit

I am unfit to love and unfit for commitment.

In my own mind

Despite all your efforts for love and affection, I convince myself I'll never be good enough.

But I'll always love you

eighteen. lost a lifetime ago it seems

I'm falling into a routine, something that I've always hated.

I miss my sense of responsibility to my loved ones.

I miss the feeling of being young.

I miss my band.

I miss not being worried about anything.

Youth is wasted on the young and it always will be.