Only those who care for you can hear you when you’re silent

Songs mean a lot when songs survive

These things were never meant for me
And I ache from clawing at the ground
As time pulls me away from those moments
Anything to stay
Anything to numb
Anything to encourage ignorance

Anything to to avoid being alone

No one could hate me
As much as I hate myself
I hope this is where it ends

We were meant to destroy eachother

I continue asking
"Why does this keep happening?"
As if I don't know
That I'm the problem

All I want to do
Is survive the cold today
and drink with you

Every now and then I miss it
Even though I know it’s better that it ended

Days like these are hard
Am I selfish for that?
Or just nostalgic for something that wasn’t at all how I remembered it being

I can't help but grin
At how tragic things have become
I wish I had the opportunity to find out if this could have survived
But before we know it
You'll be gone
And I'll still be here
The way Ive always been

It’s not that I want to
It’s not that I crave an ending
More so that if it were to happen
Sooner than later
I’d be happy
Knowing what I know
And experiencing all I have
Finally feels like enough
Sure there’s more
And I’ll continue for now
But you can take me at any moment
You like

It's easier to pretend you don't exist

Writers block
Blocks building complexes
That will soon decay
And when the structure falls
When nothing is left
You can write again