It's not the same.
It can't be.

I'm trying to drill this in my mind.

Despite the exact same loneliness, the dread, the feeling of despair.
I refuse to acknowledge the similarities,
for I know,
this is different.

why do I see myself at the top of a spiral staircase then?
What if this is only the beginning of the end?

The distance.
The miscommunication.
The little cracks.

The heartache that follows suit.
The sleepless nights.
The tearless cries when you know no one would care.

All so familiar, yet I can do nothing.

Im on a road called doubt,
and now i realized how I have stupidly depend on you,
too much.
As needy as before,
as demanding as ever.

How do i get back on track before its too late?