Stop yourself from loving me.
Nothing good will come out in the end.
Hold back your tears while I carry on.
Or else I keep taking away your feelings

We can't stay like this anymore.
You need to forget me.
You rejected me first.
You deserve it.

Stay away from me, you’re hurting yourself.
Work your heart out while being torn apart.
It’s not my fault you’re like this.
Why won’t you listen.

I’m going crazy, I’m sick of your ****.
In the end I’m still going to win.
Pack up your emotions and leave my life.
You’re turning my world upside down.

Stay like this and regret it.
I’d rather have you hate me.
You’re not the one for me.
And sure as hell I don’t want you here.

You begged to stay as I pushed you away.
Tears fell down your cheeks, as you got on your knees.
You screamed at me as I was walking away.
I didn’t hear it, because I couldn’t care less about you.

Just another day, and you’re gone from my side.
I couldn’t help but feel happy.
But after that I never saw you again.
And nobody knew who you were.

*Then I realized you were just a part of my Imagination.

I never really listened to the real me.

Hello for now,
Goodbye for later.
Nothing really happened,
In your eyes.
Everything you thought were real,
Were just an illusion.

I used to ignore my real feelings.

Blank eyes,
Full of darkness.
Happy smiles,
With unnoticed words.
Thoughts,
They’re like poison.

I couldn’t love my true self.

Hands,
They act before thinking.
Feelings,
Ruining it all.
Everything you see,
Is not me.

I didn’t acknowledge myself.*

Its back,
The tears.
I’m back,
More real than before.
Can’t go back,
I realised reality.

Lying on the beach,
it's getting darker each time you blink.
Hear the colorful explosions up high,
the sky is in chaos, don't you think?

Forget what I told you,
leave those words to the tide.
The stars are peaking through,
my ignorance is wild and wide.

A handful of white rocks,
you smile like a maniac.
Breathing out hoaxes,
while I play piano on your back.

The fireworks stopped,
you gave me black rocks.
My blanket was made for two,
yet another startling paradox.

I want to yell across the entire universe, about
how close my heart is at exploding from the
constant pressure, caused by indestructible demons.
Demons that dance to the symphony of my broken dreams.

But if I really got the chance to speak up
my mind, I'd rather sew up my lips
so no pitiful words of hope can interfere with
the reality that kicked me down in the first place.

Having someone to care seems more scary than the
endless hole I'm falling through; My last cry for help
is now dying in my throat, mingled with the other
unspoken opportunities of a better life.