Lungs collapsing.
Full with cold.
Tears or sweat;
Mix on my face.
How often I question
my tired bones.
Please dont fail me now.
Structures build up
to benefit me,
but all I see,
is the change and regret.
Pouring from within,
Oh my dear, Dont go...
I only want some time for me
to think clearly.
I dont want to lose you,
But cant you see??
Sometimes the runaway,
just might be me.