I'm scared
Scared of losing you...

I can't recover,
I want to relapse...

Two bruised teens sit on a bench
One can't breathe...

You've sewn the stitches
You've placed the pieces...

The window is dirty and ugly, just like my face in...
The earth is silent, too silent...

You don't know what you want. Yet. It is not fair...
*I did not write this, I just wanted to share it...