We were lost.
Our sky had been covered not by clouds but obscured by clear water.
A nymph held my hand pulling me.
The nymph whispered in my ears.
"Lets take a walk through an ocean town."
The clock struck midnight and the tears begain to spill. The hot wetness stinging her eyes. The corners of her eyes burned; breathe stuck in her throat. Saltiness for her tears.
Wish It Was You
I am here,
I'd rather it was you.
The place I adhere,
I wish you were there.
A fleeting existence,
A forgotten glance.
I remember all too well.
Clearly; the day you fell.
Why am I here?
I wish it was you.
The answer never comes through.
If I'm gone...oh who am I kidding. When I'm gone, which might be sooner than later. In life, the only thing I ever wanted was to die without regrets, now it seems like regrets are all I have.
When I'm gone?
I don't think anything will change. I have such a fleeting existence; even alive, I'm not involved in any ecosystem. My house might even run smoother. The world might become a bit better. I wrote notes the other day, so I'm already done with telling other people what I wanted to.
I honestly wanted to live, I really did, its just that everything is so unbearable. I am unbearable.
Mum...I know you're a lil sad but be honest, you're more relieved, aren't you?
After all the abomination you've brought into the world is now gone. I'm sorry I was never able to make you proud. I am sorry for being how I am.
I'm sure my brother would secretly be happy. Afterall his useless older sister can't cause anymore trouble now.
I'm sorry that I'm such an unfunctional human being.......
Can you hear me.
Are you there?
Ever miss it at all?
Is everything the same?
Our time finished so early.
Until the questions remain unanswered.
Finish the World
Give me a gun
And see what I do.
I'll finish the world
And myself too.
It is hurt.
Most times gut-wrenching.
Unwilling submission of a heart.
What is darkness?
Some may say it is where light cannot penetrate.
When it's always dark.
But darkness atleast is a hope that you culd see light.
In complete brightness, such a hope would not exist.
Darkness is comfortable solitude.
Darkness hides you for when you can't even see yourself.
In light all of your weakness is bare for all to see.
Darkness allows the otherwise invisible stars and the moon to shine.
Darkness is hope.
Eternal brightness is madness.
This story must never be told...
A story no one can now find out. It's gone along with the protagonist. Lost.
Young Feels Like
Exactly like right now but people expect me get over things becuase it's life.
I'm not even allowed to mourn.