4 am, what a beautiful view to look in the mirror and only see half is whats left to you
took the bullet, now im drowning, with my own sadness, carrying mix feelings, between wanting more and to just be grateful enough. too fragile, incompetent, and yet wont go far.
But words are just words, until you realise it stops you from moving, holding your body, even your heart couldnt take it.
wanna grow bigger, happier, but stuck in the past, mind is still far way behind, leaving the empty soul, walking alone into future and uncertainties
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