nobody, not even the rain

I know that someday you’ll be sleeping, darling
Likely dreaming off the pain…

lately, i have been sleeping so much these days. instead of feeling rest, i feel so tired. what do u write when u have nothing to write? why does it feel like I’m trapped in a prison of silence? There’s something that brings this feeling always backs on, but this time, it’s just here and I desperately can’t figure out why. i want to be underwater, so there nobody sees me crying. am i really here? or am i just some phantom passing thru. invisible to all?

i always saw it coming, but i still couldn’t seem to stop it. do u want to be a story? when people talk about hurt? the days and nights colder, layers upon layers, when all she wanted was love, not pain. Wrapped in the lies of those who had sworn they saw you fly, but u never did fly, u never even moved.

this ship sinking, just some invisible third wheel, who knew it would hurt? i can’t barely see that our lives are moving without each other, not because we both lack love, but because we both lacked understanding. maybe, if he was a color, she would paint him across her mouth like lipstick. do u feel okay? the pain i see ur not okay. even ur brain is lying to you. your bruises, physical and mental (oh gosh i can see the scars).

in the stillness of the moment, lost in undesired time, afraid of keep on going, just to reach nowhere at last.

maybe if these thought weren’t so damn persistent,

maybe if i knew how to love myself

i wouldn’t be where i am

i wouldn’t be on this edge.