to think i was getting better
how naive of me
happiness is only temporary
darkness is the truth
every time i'm wide awake
my thoughts move to you
i lost my way of thinking
but darling that's okay
it never really was my mind
they've owned it since the first day
i don't know how i'm feeling
my cry for help unheard
wishing i could disappear
to soar away like a bird
i not sure if i'm healing
these scars look all too fresh
i'm sorry for my lack of willpower
but my demons know me best
i wrote this as a way to say
i'm sorry for all those nights
when you used to stay up, until day
met the light
i'm sorry i think i'm losing
i was never made to fight
like a leaf i drift in the air
life had never really been fair
to me, everything was never right
YOU ARE READING
nights are cold without you
Poetrya sequel to 'to die would be an awfully big adventure'. this book is about my healing, i learnt not to forget but to forgive (Completed)
