In the end of my lore,
With the death standing at my shore,
I write this with blood on my hands,
Tears on the floor,
I can't cry, because that's not even a norm,
Stay strong, stay bright, stay straight is all I have left outsides,
Because shell of lies inside that I have build finally broken into the abyss of nothingness,
Leaving nothing but all the loniness I ever felt some times,
You say talk to me, Trust me I try,
But my lips stops moving and starts to smile,
You say tell us what is wrong, Trust me I try,
But my mouth covers truth and let all the lies fly,
You ask me whats new, Trust me I want to share too,
But my stories are same, just with different characters and time,
Its not your fault that I refuse to talk,
Its my brain who refuse tell the world when I cry,
Every morning is a new day they say,
Then why all my stories repeat themselves over and over again,
I learn same lessions which were taught to me the hard way,
Are taught me every single second of my day,
New days shows a new sun to shine,
But sometimes I feel like even that ray will be gone with time,
Save me I shouting, I am crying,
but please dont ask me what happened? Is everything fine?
Because as I said:
You say talk to me, Trust me I try,
But my lips stops moving and starts to smile,
You say tell us what is wrong, Trust me I try,
But my mouth covers my truth and lets all the lies fly,
You ask me whats new, Trust me I want to share too,
But my stories are same, just with different characters and time,
