I wish I could just claw out of my heart
Run through my blood and fall through the tears
I wish I could tape my mouth for a second
And escape my mind for anoher season
Why do I always need permission to break??
Why do the scars on my hands always seem fake
I am tired, just tired of trying to hold back
Tired of trying to weigh my own heart break
Do I not have the permission to fall down??
Why compare my tears that they turn back
I am tired of this blurred landscape.
If I could just evaporate and fall down as rain
Down down down your face
Will my pain join yours or will it still be left unseen?
The rush to end all this chatter
To just run into the traffic with a meloncholic smile.
The pain that still has not found a reason
Is trapped inside me like new treason
I feel the whole world crash down to a point
And then that point engulfed me as a whole
The darkness is of new magnitudes
And the light escaped behind my crooked shadows
I wanna blow out into a million pieces
Each one just writhing and plagued with mortal pain
The torture of life is just kicking in
Who thought I would be this masochistic?
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC
I wish I could just claw out of my heart
Run through my blood and fall through the tears
I wish I could tape my mouth for a second
And escape my mind for anoher season
Why do I always need permission to break??
Why do the scars on my hands always seem fake
I am tired, just tired of trying to hold back
Tired of trying to weigh my own heart break
Do I not have the permission to fall down??
Why compare my tears that they turn back
I am tired of this blurred landscape.
If I could just evaporate and fall down as rain
Down down down your face
Will my pain join yours or will it still be left unseen?
The rush to end all this chatter
To just run into the traffic with a meloncholic smile.
The pain that still has not found a reason
Is trapped inside me like new treason
I feel the whole world crash down to a point
And then that point engulfed me as a whole
The darkness is of new magnitudes
And the light escaped behind my crooked shadows
I wanna blow out into a million pieces
Each one just writhing and plagued with mortal pain
The torture of life is just kicking in
Who thought I would be this masochistic?
I don't know. Even I dont think it is good..I just felt like writing what I was feeling..thats all