Sometimes,
I wake up to the sound of shattering
Dreams—not anyone's but mine,
And I don't even know why?
It's 3AM now,
And I can't sleep,
Why is it so tough to just breathe?

To breathe for an hour,
And I want that shine,
Even if it isn't mine,
Yet I can't reach.

It's not like I don't want to,
It's more like I can't do,
My skills, capabilities are weak,
Or you could also say that,
I'm weak.

The days feel heavy,
And the process is hard,
To maintain week by week,
Still I want to reach.

But to reach,
I need to breathe,
Not just for an hour,
But for a forever.

And sometimes,
This is the reality,
In which you have to breathe,
Not for a day,
Not for a week,
But for the homies,
Still, I want it to be—
a dream...
A shattering dream.

She told him
It's ok
With feelings in her heart

His black, dark heart
Down & despair
Nothing reached him

When the sun comes up and the sunrise hits your face from your bedroom window.
Maybe I won't be there the next day to be the one who makes it avoid your face and you wouldn't even know.

I would be there watching with a broken soul.
but as much as I love you I will stay until I fall.

It hurts me too,
When you listen to our songs and starts crying out of the blue.
But as much as I love you I know you will forget.
Cause it's about time and everything will get easier for you.

And one day you'll remember my name and you'll smile cause I at least changed a little bit of you.
But I'll know that a lot of other people could change you and make you smile everyday too.

I'm sorry I couldn't be how you wanted me to be.
But look at the brighter side, at least you'll know that the issue is coming from me.

As much as I love you I'll sleep with an arrow in my heart,
but it will ease the pain knowing that your own is not with a sorrow.

And as I run to escape, there will be a chain around my neck, choking me to death, reminding me of who truly I'm.

A place which is not able to fit other people, a place which is dark enough to make you lose hope of an ending light.

But maybe I'll entire another world,
One with a good ending
One with a little light.

And one day hopefully you'll stop crying and you'll think about how life truly
deserves trying.

You're still alive,
You'll keep going,
And it'll be a beginning for your new life.

When the sun comes up and the sunrise hits your face from your bedroom window.
Maybe I won't be there the next day to tell you how much I love you,
And you wouldn't even know.

a love metaphor,
‘visual movement’ is her,
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