and my heart is hurting again
yet there are no tears on my face.
something is burning in my chest,
burning alive.
something is yearning,
yearning for what it lost.
yearning to hear the voice of what it lost,
yearning to look at the face of what it lost,
yearning to press their lips against the lips of what it lost,
a perfect choreography of love.
i am lost in my own mind,
all paths have crumbled and all bridges have burned.
all the lightbulbs have blown
and all the batteries have died.
all the living is dead and rotting,
and i am lost in my own mind.
the day is slowly moving,
3:39 in the afternoon.
i don't know what i'm missing
i don't know what piece i'm missing
i don't know if i'm missing someone
or something.
it is not a feeling of emptiness,
it is a feeling of absence.
where is it?
where are you?
is something wrong?
what's wrong with me?
where did it go?
why did you leave?
something is missing in me.
who took what?
what's missing?
who's missing?
the poison ivy?
the ace of spades?
the white blossom?
someone?
something?
i need a break
i don't want to live
i'm too tired
when was the last time i slept and didn't black out instead?
oh no, those thoughts are flowing in
i can't swim
what happened?
i was too drunk to remember
why can't i sleep?
it became addicting
i need to stop
it needs to stop
fuck i'm tired
help me
why did you leave?
do you realize what you're doing to me?
is this what it felt like when i left?
i'm sorry
something in my chest is burning
there's no way she can't know i'm hurting
burning alive
you're killing me
i want to go home
i want to die.
please, listen
read between the lines.
