Still Writing About You (SWAY)

Rights

I have all the rights,
To take a rest, or just give up.
Even I, don't want Mom seeing me cry.
Even I, don't want Mom seeing me hardly breathing.
I have the right to stop chasing.
I have the right to just die.

At four am, on the couch, crying,
Hardly breathing, thinking about giving up.
I have the right to give up, right?
I have the right to stop reaching the stars.
The more I reach them, the deeper it opens my scars.
I know I have the right to stop the fight.

It grows too tiring, to handle.
Each passing day is like a second of memory.
I can barely remember what happened.
Short glimpse, but what caught the attention more,
Is the pain that feels like forever, and more.
A feeling of hurt that is more than I imagined.

You are like the stars.
How I wanted to reach you, but I know better.
Too painful that it's better to be dead.
Dreams are too far away from the truth.
Let's say, it'll come true, will it be worth all the brute?
Or, maybe I'm just looking for more things unsaid.

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