>walkin in the rain, footsteps shake, head throbs, but I still hear your silent echoes as if they follow me in the dark, my whispers are silent thunders, as if screaming in the past, it won't bring you back.
<I walk on, mud at my feet. Stepping to the trail of my own weathered beat. Nature touches my senses and the space between.
>Always in my headspace, cannot get out, still stuck, cannot move.
Though I found a way out, but you never go away, so I guess I gotta stay. I hope someday I make it out alive, whether it burns or not.
<I'll feel the flames reach higher as I gasp for air
I hope the rain comes and washes away the pain and I can dance freely again
with the sun.
>The sun in my arms, I got no space for air, breathing frantically, I hold out my last to you. But in the distance, as my voice stops, I see a shadow, squinting, eyes nearly closed, I know it's not you.
<It is a part of me
The part I don't want to see
clearly
Running will save no one.
>I'm done, words filtrate, my thoughts are bare. **** my mind is exposed, no one who cares.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
>walkin in the rain, footsteps shake, head throbs, but I still hear your silent echoes as if they follow me in the dark, my whispers are silent thunders, as if screaming in the past, it won't bring you back.
<I walk on, mud at my feet. Stepping to the trail of my own weathered beat. Nature touches my senses and the space between.
>Always in my headspace, cannot get out, still stuck, cannot move.
Though I found a way out, but you never go away, so I guess I gotta stay. I hope someday I make it out alive, whether it burns or not.
<I'll feel the flames reach higher as I gasp for air
I hope the rain comes and washes away the pain and I can dance freely again
with the sun.
>The sun in my arms, I got no space for air, breathing frantically, I hold out my last to you. But in the distance, as my voice stops, I see a shadow, squinting, eyes nearly closed, I know it's not you.
<It is a part of me
The part I don't want to see
clearly
Running will save no one.
>I'm done, words filtrate, my thoughts are bare. **** my mind is exposed, no one who cares.
