Suffocating with more than enough fresh air to breathe
Drowning in my own demise.
Stuck in a cycle, that I know to well-
I only remember solace in your eyes.
A simple touch,
Would be more than nice.
A warm embrace through just one night-
But instead I am drowning,
Suffocating in this fresh Spring air.
Take me there,
I hate it here.
I have the numbness that encompasses me-
I hate who I've become, and who I might be...
I drown in sorrows bittersweet.
But once again, You're far from me.
You turn my angst,
Into your pain,
Instead of listening - it becomes a game,
Of who has it worse,
It's always you...
Why for once, can't you see it through...
My crying eyes?
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