Your surrounding
may not be a familiar sight to me,
but you; it's home.
As for me, it's not getting better.
People always say that time heals,
but i can never comprehend what was, what is and what will.
It's as if im in a circle of ups and downs but when im down here,
it's always a long haul
and everyday feels like a loop
of constant motion
of questions and regrets.
It gets harder to pick up phone calls, talking to family members are exhausting.
You could give me 24 hours a day to be alone and it still won't be enough.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
Your surrounding
may not be a familiar sight to me,
but you; it's home.
As for me, it's not getting better.
People always say that time heals,
but i can never comprehend what was, what is and what will.
It's as if im in a circle of ups and downs but when im down here,
it's always a long haul
and everyday feels like a loop
of constant motion
of questions and regrets.
It gets harder to pick up phone calls, talking to family members are exhausting.
You could give me 24 hours a day to be alone and it still won't be enough.
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