Maybe, maybe I died that day
I still remember the chill
The days were bleak and nights haunted
My cries still echoe in some empty rooms
Locked within my memories
Maybe I died that day that I felt like dying
That day when nothing seemed to matter anymore
That day when I called my mom crying and ended with silence
Maybe I died that day that I buried the last dream that I had saved
For, from the very next one I didnt feel the sting
Suddenly the fog lifted and everything sorted out
No more worries , no more poetic deaths waiting for my fate
I could no longer feel the pain that was harrasing my days
So maybe I died that day, that after which I lost my pain,
The day after which I lost me again to myself..
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC
Maybe, maybe I died that day
I still remember the chill
The days were bleak and nights haunted
My cries still echoe in some empty rooms
Locked within my memories
Maybe I died that day that I felt like dying
That day when nothing seemed to matter anymore
That day when I called my mom crying and ended with silence
Maybe I died that day that I buried the last dream that I had saved
For, from the very next one I didnt feel the sting
Suddenly the fog lifted and everything sorted out
No more worries , no more poetic deaths waiting for my fate
I could no longer feel the pain that was harrasing my days
So maybe I died that day, that after which I lost my pain,
The day after which I lost me again to myself..