My Personal Writes

You

I wish the sunlight would go away and storm clouds would take its place, I wish I was stuck in the cold, dark rain. Maybe if that would happen, I would be able to feel whole again.

I want to feel each individual raindrop on my skin so I won't feel so lonely, I may look whole, but I just keep telling myself that there's something missing, something that I somehow survived without bug once I experienced it, I can't live without it.

I feel pathetic, writing for someone who doesn't deserve it but I can't stop and it hurts. I most definitely want to dig a hole and bury myself so deep that when I scream, all above me only hear a soundless plea for help.

I want to be alone yet I want to be wanted, to be loved by someone that isn't by blood and has to. I feel like I'm crumbling slowly, yet other times I feel on top of the world.

I keep telling myself that there's no use but, no has control of their own thoughts anymore, I lost my thought to them very long ago, but didn't realise until now. I'm haunted by it every coming day, and it won't leave my head.

You're like a virus, you come in, slowly and kill. You killed my soul, you killed my thought, you killed me.