I’m tired of being hurt
and fed up of being burnt
I can’t swim in this ocean
I keep drowning with no motion
People say I’m gonna be okay
I’m afraid I’ll always feel this way
“I’m here for you” they say
I see them leaving later that day
People come and go
but memories stay the same
I’m losing my mind I’m becoming paranoid
I can’t feel anything and I can’t hear my voice
I’m still okay, you say?
But I confess my loneliness, dear
then you see how broken I am here
and you want to save me but I can’t be saved
Why did you think I was happy?
is it that I’m good at pretending?
I stare at my coffee in the morning
I see my reflection in it, and I hate it
even though I never take the final look in the mirror
because I poked a hole in the wall
with my weak hands before I fall
I rised again in the morning
wishing I was still sleeping
instead of drinking my coffee
I decided to close my eyes and enter my mind
it was dark and empty, just a blank space
I took a look then I saw your face
you existed everywhere, even in my place
I wish you didn’t though, it’s an awful race.
-q.d
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