Life as we know it.

Dying wasn't a new activity for me. I die everyday. Earlier you were there to console me, Now it's just your memories . I lost my mind, waiting on you to make up yours. You left me in the rain, soaked me with full of blames. Those words still stains like my blood on my tee. So I'm wishing further for the death to arrive rather than laying on the sharp ends of  knives. So my cuts have not healed , the scars remains untouched. Pain rests on my shoulder and sleeps in my heart. You are the darkest fairy tail in the dead of the night. Into  a psychedelic silhouette. Fear is how i fall. Confusing what is real . There's something inside that pulls me beneath to the dead weight. I can't seem to find myself again. These wounds they will not heal. Pain endlessly pulled itself upon me.Saying everything i have said before. They never make sense to anyone. Trying to find bliss in these scars of mine. Everything you said me took me closer to edge and I was about to bre...

Early . Not yet 2 AM. I find myself this as more intimidating with feelings at early point of insomnia. Messy hair. Messy bed. Just the music and words flow like stream of blood. Yet the lights are on , and I still feel darker inside. Tears evaporate. Hurt is moist. Pain is rain. You are my storm , which was a rainbow at once.  Its too hard and too late to feel my pulse. It's like the sun went down. I will always forgive you if you say sorry. And sometimes I  even forgave you when you didn't. The truth is if I decide I care about you I will give you 100%.. I did that always and still do . I never gave up on you even thought you gave me every reason to. Give me a bad person and I’ll tell you they are misunderstood. And I will find good in them because I try and find good in everyone. The truth is I put you first even before myself sometimes. And in those moments where I’m lifting you up, you won’t see that I might be drowning under the surface. The truth is...