who else am i supposed to be
if not myself

at the end of the day
this is all finite

at the end of the day
i'll be gone and so will you

at the start of today
you'll leave and i'll be sad

but once the sun sets
your name will finally slip my mind
and i'll never cry for you again.

at the start
you promised you wouldn't leave

at the start
you said i would be okay

at the start
you said you'd hold the pieces
while i glued together
the fragments of my soul

its ironic because in the end
it's all just false hope and broken promises.

i'm an enigma,
more complex than cryptograms

the blade making love to the skin during night,
a smile shining as bright as the sun during the day

moods changing faster than the weather

most people come out during a hurricane
thinking that it's stopped
but in reality it's just the eye of it

the storm will hit again
don't believe what you see
my storm isn't over either

this old house
creaks and groans
long past an unspecified expiration date

straining under pressures
it shouldn't have to bear
this old house should've collapsed a long time ago