I miss you.
I'm dreading...

All the things i believed before,
are now just cold and ignored...

Urges,
Stress...

The sky is dark- and once again
I cry over all of my pain...

I am so tired of being lied to,
and the feeling of loss...

I'm not waiting for your apology,
I'm not waiting for your hand...

Even though it hurts to write,
i still pick up my pen...

My tears tell me I'm falling apart from this...
and I only take those sobs as my weakness...

I still feel numb.
Everyone still lies to me...

Everynight,
I see this vision...

I deserve my place,
at this state...

My heart will beat,
while i sleep...