It may not seem like it at all.

Not the type to be alone and brawl.

But I am. I'm exactly that person.

Thy type that feels like a burden.


Burden to every single friend of mine.

Burden to those who ask if I'm fine.

I feel like a complete waste of space.

No way I was meant for this place.


It's terrible, really, it does ****.

This life is draining. I'm out of luck.

I'm a burden to everyone.

I'm sure they'd rather see me gone.


So I'll do that. I'll disappear.

Somewhere far away from here.

We once were as close as
december to january.
But now,
we are far apart like
January to december.

you haven't even left yet,
but i'm already missing you.
6 773 kilometers,
Thats an ocean to pass through.

its only been 8 months,
but it feels like my whole life.
now you're going home,
and we've run out of time.

maybe our paths will cross,
or maybe we won't meet again.
maybe we'll write more books,
or maybe this is our chapters end.

these months have been good,
you became my closest friend.
but now my heart is broken,
and i'm not sure that it will mend.

i don't want you to go,
sure we can call and we can text.
but its not the same,
cause who knows when ill see you next.