Death.
The only word that comes and stays
Feeling reticent for my thoughts to explore
Seeing the one that raised you with expectations for you
Is a reason to feel so dark forming nyctophilia.
The comforting sensation of only sitting in the darkness
Consuming every bit of your body, mind, and soul
The needs of feeling alive go lifeless
Feeling so numb and dull
Continuation of negative thoughts
Hides behind the playful and beautiful features;
"One day..." It said with the mentality that slowly rots
Making me run away from people I once loved to become creatures
"It's not so hard to fucking speak..."
Is it? Or is it you made my mind unstable for the back and forth nonsense?
Yet you look and talk to me as I think if I am strong but in front of you I'm weak...
The mind is bewildered between my happiness and your needs that's making me lose my consciousness;
"How could I...How could not be enough?"
Under my hesitated breath, the anxiety speaking over my body
Breakdown after one another... was it suppose to make me tough?
I separate from my family that is my "everybody"
Unspeakable things happen in life and decisions of not know will lead nowhere.
My goal is to find my way to a place that I have passion for, feel like me and get there.
