This is what happens
In nothing hill
Where you're ******* with burning chains
And let the fear tear up your bravery

Lonely
Will only be your lover
It holds you and hurts your soul

And while you get locked up
By the pressure up on your chest
The only sword that you had
Begins to chase you
        
And that's what happens
With the people in nothing hill
So don't believe them when they smile
They're just killing themselves

It's not the death that i'm scared of
It's the feeling of nothing
where i can't find my words
To tell people, nor myself
About who i am
Or what I want
And i'm stuck in the life of choosing
Whether I should be my own pride
Or someone else expectation

I can't be myself
When people can't accept me for who i am
When my hestitation have drown my thoughts
And i'm drowning in it

My mom once told me
That her home is mine too
But after months and years
I know that it’s not true

I once read that home doesn't mean a place
It could be someone or maybe a thing
But even though i have hope about it
I know that today is not the day that i will find

I try to feel home until i get numb
And when i feel numb i start to think
That numb is a place
So after months and years
I accept that as a home



*numb doesn't hurt me anyway

I haven't been sad in a month or two and even though I'm still not sure whether it's because I am truly happy or truly numb, it is still a progress... isn't it?

It must be hard for you      

To heal all my wounds        

And cut it again.