Tomorrow is another sunrise
and I will not waste more memories
looking for sunlight that never comes
like broken glass on a beach,
sun is meant to be reflected
at tides that give you peace
and no longer will i capture
essence of my thoughts and
bottle it.

no longer will I keep back words
aching to escape my mind because
I am the glass that reflects off
my own tide and who would I be
to turn of the sun for others
desperately seeking their own sunrise?

if you're sick i'll die
and let you take my soul,
rip myself apart
just to make you whole.

i'm ******* sick
sick
sick
of the way you make me feel.

i don't know who i am
am
am
or if i'm even real.

i can't stop loving you
you
you
you're stuck inside my head.

i don't know what to do
do
do
maybe i'm better dead.

the kind of love you had for me was abrasive,
and ive never enjoyed being worn down so much.

i don't know whether or not to erase you from me
or me from myself