So restless has my mind been running,
Only you were the load of my thoughts.
Sealed with a feeling so overwhelming,
In searched for words to just let it flow.
Forcing myself to believe once again,
That everything will heal very soon;
When a fool is all I really am,
Cutting myself with the edged thoughts of you.
Things I chose to grasp on in which I thought
Around for my own small amusement,
Turns out to be killing machines of sorts;
Making me feel a little more broken.
Nothing is on its way to being okay,
As long as I remain shattered into bits.
On the ground, so helpless I’ll stay,
Unless hoarding your memories shall cease.
While I’m still lying here waiting to be fixed,
I’ll dream of you, and the pain I’ll embrace.
This is the only way I could reach you with,
While you’re dwelling there having your best days.
