sitting here, quarter-past four,
thoughts erupting through my head

out my mouth, to your mind

these thoughts so divine,
which were once only mine

sitting here, quarter past two
crying my eyes out listening to you

deserving the hurt i feel
from what i put you through

i never wanted to be the one to bring you pain
but darling, it’s quarter past two and you’re crying again.

change is inevitable,

but what if i want to change everything about myself

why is it such a hard task?

to change my personality would be best for everyone

my bad qualities gone,
shifted into someone others deserve to be around

watching him, standing there
brings me pain one can not bear

the hollow eyes, once emerald green

once lit up by evening dreams.

those hollow eyes, once full of suprise
now reflect major despise

your eyes
a pastel green,

keeping your screams
inside your dreams

your eyes,
an emerald green

have you finally found your inner peace?

the pastel green slowly taking back over
does this mean your pain is not yet over?

slowly falling into blissful slumber

no body would ever want to wander

down this hole i have made,
for those i love will see my pain.

injecting the thoughts into my veins
watching as the world turns grey

slipping, forevermore

as my mind starts to shut its doors

no one will harm me anymore

the feeling is back yet again

the feeling of slowly losing myself,
succumbing to the darkness in the depths

watching my mind darken, taking traces of the person I built up

crashing down the doors from the subconscious to conscious,
making my eyes burn, the pain slipping out

the pain i buried away last time

i'll slip again,
but this time,

no one can know

just let me slip alone