Did you ever hear that?
The loud sound of your beating heart
Racing like an Olympic race inside your chest.
Crazy.
Crazy are the nights you try to hold up all the tears,
Talking to yourself to stay,
Don't move,
Don't move cause even just another flex of muscle will choke the **** out of your throat and no one's there.
Where are they?
Do they know?
Did they ever hear it?
Or they are just busy inside their towers
Making money so they can make their dreams come true,
something you are not doing.

Nostalgia is a liar.
Repeat, 'till it marked itself into your forehead.
Always bring a mirror for a reminder.
Sometimes mind flies its own flight not minding its pilot.
Hanged body,
shattered wrist,
What else to not think about?

Imagining the unimaginable bliss and nothingness of losing the consciousness.