It feels light to you, doesn’t it?
The weight of this...
In funerals,
I’m used to wearing...
I'm drowning in this rubble
What my life has accumulated...
When everything around me decided to
Fail...
I am sorry ' for what i can't change
too lonely to rearrange the cursed pages...
i promised myself not hurt myself mom
you loved me...
Summers drenched
upon sweaty fingers...
Hey,
Again we’re here at the bench...
I wish you could
see the echo of hearts...
Look into my red eyes and see
The pain that bites and claws into me...
I see the pain
It stabs me...
A whirlwind, a derecho of such destruction,
But in that quake, such realization...