This will never be what you wanted.
Because you changed it all.

I was comfortable.
Silence seemed fitting.
Your image was fading into the background.
Our memories darkening.

You always come back when you want to.
You're a bird with no home.

The world's still asleep...
It makes me feel more awake.

Because in this moment of mixed feelings,
Of tiredness and wiredness and anything in between...

I can sit back and watch it all spin.
Until I fall asleep.

How hurtful the world can be...
When I'm just trying to be me.

Why am I so self destructive?
I can create such beautiful things...
But then I destroy them.

I live with the pettiest of fears.
Ones I can ******* get over.

So why can't I get over them?

******* my destructive self.

Truth be told, I'm not very good at this.
But I am figuring out how to be.

-Life

The thunder calls like an old friend.
I live electric.

But these dark clouds cover me up...
The blankets on beds I've never made.

Shadows share the walls.
They come and go.
They never stay.

I'm lost.
Sometimes I don't want to be found.

Sometimes I want to scream.
Sometimes I don't want to make a sound.

Can I sleep for days?
I want to try for it.