I wonder why,
do I still hold on,
when you're not even here,
trying your best to stay near.
i already feel like an old woman,
that is weak and needs a superman
to quickly cover her with a blanket,
or she'll freeze up by the wind,
I feel like an old woman,
and I'm so blinded,
to see who's here,
to cover me,
and protect.
its such a mind torture.
it almost feel like you've stolen
my pillows so I could stay awake
by every night.
I feel like an old woman,
who's clothes are all stolen by you,
and now I'm only afraid,
it's all because you don't dare,
to take care of me.
I feel like an old woman,
that lost her hands,
starring at the ceiling all morning,
because the right hand was
begging you to hope even when
I am about to die sooner,
& because the left hand
was begging you to stay.
and I should've not begged for
the last one.
because your devil screamed madness,
when I touched the wrong love.
And so it went... It left.
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the nowhere of believers.
PuisiThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
