sometimes

Sometimes I think about what it all means, what does this life have to do with anything? Sometimes I wonder if you’re even worth it, if life is worth living. You, you are not worth it. But sometimes I wonder if I am. Am I worth the worry, the love, the life? Sometimes I think about you, I think and I wonder. Sometimes I remember, sometimes I forget. Sometimes I miss you, other times I miss me. Sometimes I realize that I really am crazy, and sometimes I don’t mind so much. But only sometimes.