It's 6:15am.
3 days, 9 hours and 4 minutes of pain.
The deed's been done.
I'm heartbroken, no shame.
Walked outta my heart,
Left a lot of nothingness.
I thought I held the door.
Still holding on to this
Mantle of massive emptiness.
Colours seem the same
In this endless monochrome maze.
They say we're all meant for someone,
Can't seem to affirm the claim.
Everyone has a path,
Ours was just a 180°.
We were on the same page,
But in different books lately.
Your company is now a loud silence.
So loud,
The only thing louder,
Seems to be my screams
Of 'Nobody Loves Me'.
