poetry
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[Me - The 1975]
I took one
I promised I won't do the same
I can't hurt myself
or you'll go insane
Used to have it my way
a quest for freedom
in a big field with gates around
but there's no such thing as a freeman
when I heard that sound
Please take me as I am
this is what it is
I am made of collections
Ones covered in dust
Try to find your favourite
and tell me how it goes
My soul are the lyrics to melancholy songs
Empathy could've been worse
though sympathy is endless
but I don't want that
Continuous travels along familiar roads
Sips of coffee that tastes as bitter as your memory
Looking at you triggers an inner phobia
One that I had not recognised
Please don't make me lose my mind
because every time I go
it's like deja vu, an instant rewind
Some nights are difficult
I hate our goodbyes
The thin line between;
I will see you tomorrow
and
nothing at all
It kills me
Ask me what hurts the most...
When the silence is too loud
and our insides are breaking down
but nothing.
nothing.
I have nothing but self loath.
I was thinking about killing myself, don't you mind?
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