Every single night
I do it
It feels good
But leaves a hole inside
Should i keep runnig away?
Everything is nothing
But madness, childsplay
Nothing makes sense
Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be
My heart pumps slowly
Painfully, lonely
Maybe it’s a fase
I hope it is…
Because i can’t do it
Not anymore
I’m full of this shit
I can’t run off anymore
That’s a nice story
But it’s not mine
The impulses are here
And i should face them
I’ll hurt myself
And also other people
Tears will be droped
Instead of staying inside…
My life is a mistake
Can it be fixed?
Thank god there is poetry
I fell much better now…
0 comentários:
Postar um comentário