I want to tell you, Everything, But I'll never, Get the chance, Because, When I see you, (Almost never), The words catch, In my throat, My hands, Won't stop shaking, And when I look at you, Your eyes burn me, Alive.
lately, death is always on mind and not in the sense that i think about killing myself or have lost anyone but since you've been gone you might as well have left with the others whose time has ran out because it feels like you left to rest forever and a piece of me went with you and i'm so tired of this longing this sadness missing you when you aren't dead only missing from me