What about the feels of nostalgia, for things I never knew their smell, how come they live in my heart?
Sometimes I blame you, then I forgive the human in you; for mistakes that cut me open, yet you never accepted me.
Running away from a reality i have nothing to do with.
Silenced my pain
accepting given hate
Old sorrows keep on visiting me, ruining my present, and leaving my future empty.
Old, lost soul, who happens to be 21.
And all I wanted was my tries to be heard, instead they were drown.
Who to blame but me?
Your love, is deep, I know, too big to be measured, I feel it. Yet it is selfish; one that comfort you but eats me alive. Everyday I think of disappearing, then I remember the days I saw true love in front of me, yet flashes of hurts keep on visiting me. Make it is easy on me, make my love for you stay, a little bit more, try, please, you’re killing me, yet you’re the reason I am alive.
Swallowed by melancholy, Sadness is all I breathe.
For years till they’re norms.
Written on mirrors
Reflects of regrets
Shown with an eclipse;
Too late to fix.