I let the light fade away,
to chase an unattainable dream.
My thoughts assail the blistering glow,
a silent echo of what I know.

I wander the endless fields of lore,
never looking back, nor doubting more.
For I have embraced my truth at last,
and paid the price for sins long past.

Now, this once empty shell stirs to life again,
clinging to old habits, reliving the past.
Only time will tell if my penance was in vain,
or if redemption still lingers beyond the veil.

I trusted your name,
So You never killed me,
Never I did either.
What do you have to say ?

Yes,
I killed you.
And I made you suffer.

I was 15,
you were same,
I watched your eyes...
And mine in rain,

I am sorry if
You were in pain  ,
my brother ..
you felt that never,

Your eyes were numb,
Nothing that now ,
That makes me better.

I killed you,
my brother...

I was looking at you,
But you were not,

I am not sure if
I missed you a lot.

There was no blood ,
No body.

If you were in fear..
Waiting there,

All in the woods
Staring stairs,

Had I come down then .....
You would not starve then,
Would you have still waited , then?

What do I do now?

Where have you gone .

You killed me ,my brother,
As you made me suffer ,
From the pain you dealt me
I will never be better.

He never left a single note.
Just rings on wood, the scent of smoke.
A door unlocked a room left bare.
A ghost still sunken in the chair.

The bottle stood, its duty done.
A quiet war that no one won.
No cries for help, no last refrain.
Just heavy air and dried-up pain.

The world still turned the clocks still kept,
No one knew how hard he wept.
And when they asked they swore he laughed
Yet all he left was hollowed glass.

echoes of guilt cause  
an avalanche of sorrow;
we’re buried alive.

If you forget me
You'll see me in your dreams

If you forget me
You'll see something
that reminds you of me

If you forget me
You'll end up back
into our messages

If you forget me
You'll see the big teddy bear I gave you
when turned into a teenager

If you forget me
When November 19 comes
you'll want to say “happy birthday”

If you forget me
You'll see our old pictures
from when we used to have fun

If you forget me
When you're dancing in the rain
You'll remember that day we danced in the rain and then got sick

If you forget me
You'll find a new friend
And realize that we are similar in many ways

If you try to forget me
All the memories are going to
come back to you all at once

If you try to forget me
You'll look up at the stars and you'll remember
when we tried to count all the stars but just gave up

If you try to forget me
You'll remember what you did
And you'll feel guilt and regret from it

Don't try to forget me
Because the more you push those memories away
The more you're going to have them
and the more you're going to miss what we had

The more that thought of what you did is going to be there
While feeling guilty and ashamed that you could do that

Trust me i tried to forget you
Because i was shocked and hurt
when i found out what you did

I wanted to put that in my past
Pretend like nothing happened
Kind of like when we did something
We weren't supposed to
And we pretended like it never happened
That's how i wanted it to be

I wanted it to feel like i was a little kid again
“Forgiving and forgetting”
But i only got to the forgiving part
Never to the forgetting
But I  learned to accept it

So don't try to forget me…

I’m not some ******* up *******
Wanting to suffer
And insult myself
For the

Sake of it—

I just sit around and. Regret

Because why would I make the right
Choice while I can

“?”


It’s an endless loop
That I can’t break out of,
It’s an endless loop

That

I can’t cope
With the consequences
Of my actions

And it’s not like I want to
die.

Maybe.
Somehow.

I know my death won’t solve all my problems.

home is a cage
slide out the window
find a different way
run with the wolves
chase the child

it won't always be like this
ceramic heart
cosmic bruise
lovesick in a hotel wildfire

chemistry begins with
orbiting the moon
he calls her a river

swallowing down mistakes
she cares a little less about everything now

blood on the mattress
young blood

breaks in the sun
mean pure dark is yet to come
--nightly things

as long as she gets by
despite the crushing weight of gravity
she will take swan feathers
and wedding days to bed

but never take the blame