I'm quite of a secret and not an open book.
With summer madness and secrets i'd leave.
Why was i so worried for being too known? It's still not a difference cuz nobody knows.
Alone, in a corner, but happy. That's the change. Damn. How everything changed.
Tell me, do you know what would've happened, if none of the dark did finally chase you?
- Secrets that were never discovered. Emptiness and wrong look on the world.
I'd never want winter to be like it is.
It's nothing. Never. So nothing for me.
And spring with pain. Oh, pain, shit. Pain.
It's a revolution. Dealing with pain. Yet happy, i know that for sure.
And summer? What is that supposed to be? Healing the wounds? Not cutting the scars?
No, it'll bring pain more. Through never standing still.
And fall is an adventure. No time to heal wounds. Just feel and feel, and feel, for sure.
/Somewhat January '16. Scared from spring, and the hospital, scared for changes, scared for pain. It's that summer now. And it ended up giving pain too. Weird how fast things change. An a month till fall. Healing the last wounds. Healing./
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Poetryhere's something that went through my mind a day a week a month a year ago. A never ending cycle of sadness, pain, lust and emotions but i'm still somehow sane.
