I've begun to ask myself why again,
Not that it matters, cause nothing can be changed.
Many questions arise,
But they are all childish ones.
To be honest,
Sometimes i really hate myself.
That ache that was suppose to go away lingers still,
I can't figure myself out.
I am a labyrinth,
With walls built from questions unasked.
Suffocation is a part of me now,
And with it i drown myself.
I am lost now,
Because at the end of the day nothing truly revolves around "I".
You wish she was me,
I wish i was her.
We all want what we can't have,
Breathe it in and bleed.
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