When you fall in love with people,
You make homes out of them,
You leave bits and pieces of yourself there and it becomes a part of who they are and this pretty much explains why I feel empty and lost.
For all of my life,
I had my walls built so high that no one managed to climb it, but I fell for you and suddenly your existence became my walls.
I’m forsaken and sad but i’m not scared to be.
I learned the hard way that eventually everything will pass,
And regardless of how logical this sounds,
Or how it is supposed to make my heart hurt less,
I don’t want to spend these lonely nights knowing I still have demons to face.
Give me something,
for the lonely hours..
Give me time,
so I’d learn how to love the regret..
Aren’t we all dying in spent breaths after all?
Aren’t we all broken by our own beliefs?
The homes we left?
The ghosts we became?
And the demons we destroyed?
But for some reason,
Being with you felt like a better version of being alone and I thought we were eternity.
My thoughts are depressing,
But don’t I make you want to live?
Things were pretty much smooth and easy before me,
But were they beautiful?
We had an obsession with matching tattoos,
And now we have a matching hole inside our heart and soul.
Despite the tornadoes that raged on and the deafening silence we shared,
Us, this, will echo in our heads like a broken record.
I feel this numbness wrecking all my feelings,
emptying me and turning me cold.
I’m hard to understand..
I don’t talk..
I let you go..
But you weren’t supposed to make me want to kill myself.