It seems like I sail to changing winds
But I always come round the bend...
If you looked in my heart,
you would see the hate I have for you...
You see me how i let you
you see inside this scrud up mind of mine...
Dear Mother,
Please don't you worry...
The eyes you see will always not be me.
Until you get better...
Her hazel eyes
Torn and crumpled gravely...
The cold breeze starts to linger on my skin
While my mind wonder, where have you been...
This tight skin suffocates me,
Blue pills to sleep It's my only relief...
TIRED
Tired of being tired and not from lack of sleep...
I'm so scared of losing you,
Can't find any way out or a cue...
I was once got silently offered
at my young naive innocent age...
I close my eyes and drift away
Away to a place I can call safe...