Dark times.

Crying at night.
Little water drops slides down my skin.

It’s so loud inside my head.
With words that I should’ve sad.

Sad I’d see you soon, that was already a year ago.
Just talking to myself, hoping you secretly know,
That I’m broken and drowning.
I just need something that will keep me floating.

So much to tell you, but you can’t hear me anymore.
I have no reasons to be proud.

The longer I stand here, the louder the silence.
I swear that sometimes I hear you voice when the wind blows,
So I talk to the shadows,
hoping you might be listening ‘because I want you to know.


I can’t stop crying.
My mind is a terrible place.
Because the only thing I am doing in there is, dying.

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