here I am
ugly and weak
old and rotten
forgotten in my sleep
dreams are just whispers
nothing more than lies
darkness of the world
hidden in closed eyes
sometimes I find my pain
sometimes I scream a name
night after night I mourn the same

here I am
breathing the cold
as I numb my skin
there's a fire raging within
ashes fill my veins
and tears kiss my lips
as I wither in the thought of you being in arms of his

here I am
like I have always been
and there you are
a beautiful dream
sometimes I drown
sometimes I remember
you were here once
now it's another November
before the dead of December
bring me back to life

here I am
walking in circles
and seeking in the mirrors
of what fades with time
disappearing with all that was mine
no reflection shows your face
soon there will be no trace
of the place that rests just beyond the pines

here I am
still holding on to the pieces
as they cut me and scare me
and as I bleed the last of my emptiness
you will never find me

here
I am
there
I was
lost.

do tears still soak the bed
as demons whisper inside your head
do you feel lonely?
when the world is dark and cold
and there's nobody to hold you
as the moon grows old
does the empty space remind
the reasons you sat crying
can you not hear me
now that I am sick and dying
do you still remember my voice
now when tears don't make a noise
as I fade into the void
Bearing your silence
For us, forever.

you should have known
we would be on our own
so alone
scared of tomorrow
'cause everything feels so hollow
we count the shadows
so alone
through the night
and tears follow
every breath we take
dreaming a tale that we made
but now it's no-more
like the summer we met
it's a different story
we've lost ourselves
the season couldn't stay
and we let
ourselves drift away
and now we know
how low
one can go
before the sky has withered
and now we know
why we didn't show
even though
nothing else mattered
nothing but you
nothing but you
now we don't have a clue
of what to do
and all I ever wanted
was all of you
I hope it's not true
what they say about love
so alone
on our own
we burned our home
so there would be no walls
now we have the sky
soon the tears will dry
and we can have it all
everyone but you
everything but love







now that we have the world
tell me, why does it still hurts?

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