if i would, i could
for anything would be worth hearing
than for i to hear those words again
my hate is non existent, absent
for i am past this foolishness
oh how it ages me
this life of constant ache
the beauty from within
was lost out, resulting from spiteful and selfish desperation
oh how beautiful and sincere this once was
how ever can i repay the flower of my heart
for gifting me the pleasure of being in the presence of such joy
but the torment was beginning to weigh in
chest pain, weak knees
shaky hands, cold feet
my mind was consumed, my heart in conflict
i dreamt, i lived on, i died...
oh how i died
i feel i have nowhere to go
i want to sleep for a week
and im not even sure if i would want to even wake up
im eternally tired
eternally within the darkness
forever stuck in the depression of my own home
i want out. i want out.
m.l
