Too Damn Much.

And I always ask myself
If this is my fault
Again
Because it really
Must be or am I crazy
Enough to miss

Never enough for my anxiety
Of everything
Of everyone
And everyday.

I just want to see you
To talk to you
To laugh and be red with you
One
More
Time
Not wishing something more
Even though this without an end
But I guess it is
Too
Damn
Much.