I feel weak and invisible
i still grip onto regret
we couldnt even be civil
i try so hard to forget
ever go to bed and lay awake staring into the darkness leaving the silence to engross your body.
trying so hard to blend in with the silence you cry into the pillow hopeing nobody hears you.
memories leap and boud the hurt of his words are the blades that cutt into your flesh.
and with the release of your suffering you can relax, tears still streaming (red and blue) you drift off into the never ending nightmares of the hell hounds comming to collect.
This is what now seems to be my life, no friends or family who can understand what im going through most dont even know. I find it hard to tell people the mistakes and mishaps of my current life. This happens everytime.
And this is my confession to those who read. Misery has stolen my show.
