mornings became nights
nights became nightmaresmy so called world became hell
and if hell burns you
i'd rather be in it than living this life
because i can't feel a thing
anywhere but home brought me into tears
dry silent ones
because i mean
why would i want anyone's attention
but yours?
sorrow became the only thing
that made me feel alive
that made me feel something
it reminded me that we were real
even if us together
was impossible
the tears that i did bawled out
rolled down my face
and made me realize
i have to think before i say
or do
because one day
i'll meet someone just like you
and i wouldnt want him to hurt me
like you did
again
or even at all
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