I followed the path that had signs to sunflowers
When I arrived, everything was dead
The full moon no longer shines and a dark cloud have been chasing my every step.
Living with sadness is like receiving a broken instrument
A printer with no ink
A car with no wheels
I stopped fighting it
Existing as a shell of the man I once was shoveling dirt on the man I could of been
Watching the clocks lie
The silence is deafening
and
hope taunts me out of reach
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
I followed the path that had signs to sunflowers
When I arrived, everything was dead
The full moon no longer shines and a dark cloud have been chasing my every step.
Living with sadness is like receiving a broken instrument
A printer with no ink
A car with no wheels
I stopped fighting it
Existing as a shell of the man I once was shoveling dirt on the man I could of been
Watching the clocks lie
The silence is deafening
and
hope taunts me out of reach
