sunday morning (4 am)

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I guess that this is how being lost feels like. All I know is that I know nothing. This place seems rotten, you're friends are disgusting. And you, you're not even here. You left me alone in this fucked up building, and now I've nowhere to go and nowone to trust. And while my demons inside me are fighting to you, I feel a soft voice whispering in my ear. It says I need to escape,bad things will happen here. So I run, I leave the building, and I just run. Away from all you're demons, away from my feelings for you. And when I stop I don't even remember you once where everything. Because now you're only a name from the past.

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