I am sorry ' for what i can't change
too lonely to rearrange the cursed pages...
i promised myself not hurt myself mom
you loved me...
Summers drenched
upon sweaty fingers...
Hey,
Again we’re here at the bench...
I wish you could
see the echo of hearts...
Look into my red eyes and see
The pain that bites and claws into me...
I see the pain
It stabs me...
A whirlwind, a derecho of such destruction,
But in that quake, such realization...
“Do you know why I
don’t think dying...
Regret has the size
of our empty family house...
In habitude, but futilely,
The caring gestures...
all things pass.
all things change...