I can hear the silence in every encounter with butterflies.
But my mind try to control the pain that im keeping inside.
Im holding on till I survive this reality.
That im a prisoner of my own.
That mortality isnt the reason why I live like unknown.
Im not holy the ghost starin at me.
And I cant scream to the stars to pick me up.
I am blinded by the night.
I am nothing so I pass out.
Hoping if I close my eyes someone will wake me up.
Because if I die now will these lakes cry and mountains will move from here to my grave.
Reality help me to find the truth of who I am.
Im in so much suffering.
Everytime I search for a new home I ended up broken.
Im not afraid to fall and for the rest of my life ill find myself in an endless road and an empty room.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
I can hear the silence in every encounter with butterflies.
But my mind try to control the pain that im keeping inside.
Im holding on till I survive this reality.
That im a prisoner of my own.
That mortality isnt the reason why I live like unknown.
Im not holy the ghost starin at me.
And I cant scream to the stars to pick me up.
I am blinded by the night.
I am nothing so I pass out.
Hoping if I close my eyes someone will wake me up.
Because if I die now will these lakes cry and mountains will move from here to my grave.
Reality help me to find the truth of who I am.
Im in so much suffering.
Everytime I search for a new home I ended up broken.
Im not afraid to fall and for the rest of my life ill find myself in an endless road and an empty room.
