I find the book where i recorded the death of every happiness.
The pages open a world of sadness and despair
A smell of her hair hits me from the pages.
Take this away from me, take it away now.
Hold my hand and help me through one step at a time.
This won't go away
Maybe if it does, what happens then?
Will i look back on a shadow of what i am now
The many hours of being something i hated but felt so connected to.
Do i just give up my teenage life in a single moment
A single fucking pill everyday is that all it takes.
Ripped pages show an angst that you wouldn't have been able to read
To continue in the way i was
That couldve helped me then
One more day maybe just one more hour to find out.
Who am i now.
Can you tell me that please?
1 comment:
:( oh this was sad :( i loved the "smell of her hair" bit. very beautiful.
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