i believe
that i
was that good at acting
because
they didnt notice
that everyday
the demon under my bed
is getting more stronger and stronger
the silence that lingers near my window
is getting more heavier
that it suffocating
and i never knew
how powerful they were
until i curl up
on the corner of my room
trying to breathe
and i wonder
how am i breathing
when i dont even feel the air
fill up my lungs
how am i even alive
- when i dont feel like living
YOU ARE READING
After The Sunset
Non-Fictionyou came in waves, but you never stayed. --- dedicated to you, the one who makes me realize that it doesn't take a bullet to kill someone. © Copyrights Reserved
