August is the month of storms and strong winds
Causing damage in the parts where the heart lives
It’s bad whether you forget or remember
Because in the end, it doesn’t matter
August is the time of sunshine and heat
Humidity chokes you, drowning you the moment you try to breathe.
August is also the time when the supplies are needed
The new steps into that new building that has become your life
A schedule to be dragged into, and now we’re just going through the motions
What did we do today? What did we do?
My memory is foggy, and my words are soft
Was I just sleepwalking? Was I just lost?
August is the month where one day decides your future in these rooms of faces
You could chase for a hand to hold, but you’re met by empty spaces
August is the month with crowded halls and ringing bells when the class stops
It’s the gossip that you hear but they don’t know, the whispers behind your back
And those nice compliments are the thunder, but you know under is the attack