Slowly you started being imperative for all my good days,
But you also held my hand on the bad ones,
And they became good too.

Maybe that was the positive side to time,
It always passes,
So everything ends,
no matter how hard,
And that was water to my burning fire.

The knife on my back came from the one who held my beating heart in his hands.

The love I have for me,
Will always cost the love I have for you.

You have a nickname in my head,
Home.

Oh, shes so dark,
Oh shes got acne,
Oh shes so ugly,
Oh shes so fat,
They all cooed into her ears as they pushed her off the roof,
Then they gathered around the coffin asking
But she had everything, why this?

Your memories haunted me at 11am in the day when I was surrounded by people,
It tore me down everytime you crossed my mind,
How many people will it take to fill the void you left?