Love fades over time just like what colour dose.
Nothing good last forever
So I cherish the moments that I have like its my last
Because you will never no if its your last.And it hurts
I feel like once you emotionally attach yourself to someone its hurts more than being stabed to death.
You can die from a broken heart they say.
So I did.
I did just that.Something that was there now its gone
Something that was never meant to be.
Love.And with this sorrow come addiction
Along with old habitsI fucking hate this feeling!!!
I hate myself for doing it damit
I know that I'm doing it
Yet I still do it.Why do it do the same shit
Well to feel something
I want to feel more alive.Like I was before.
And its my damn fault for failing in love
With a human.The dead have feelings to.
And it sucks.
Just wish to end myself for good.
Just to end my suffering.Maybe just one day.
But for now I'll suffer once more
And empty that pill bottle.Pour another drink
Cheers to the fucking dead!!!
~ grey
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No FicciónThe secrets of dark poetry, the dark side of the truth writen in beauty.