Tearing every last tie
Slicing till I make it die
Those feelings
Those endless nights
It feels like a million beatings
Yet it hangs on tight
These feelings of mine
Maybe I can't forget
Yet I can never regret
Every word
So dear god!
Make it stop
I think I might pop
".....happy without you...."
We used to be two
But now I cry myself to sleep
But they never hear a peep
I try to be strong
These nights are too long
I am weak
My eyes leak
My heart aches
I can never wake
From this bad dream
Because we are NOT a team
Not anymore
So my eyes pour
My heart tore
HAPPY WITHOUT ME
I am not the key
WITHOUT ME!
Without.
Me.
Maybe this is how it was meant to be.
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Short Stories and other various things
Historia CortaRandom stuff that I wrote for fun. Poems, short stories, rarely anything more than that. Just things I've written to pass the time, I hope you enjoy them as much as I have writing them.
