I am locked up by hurt.
I tell no one a story I never wanted to hear. With each day, it slowly drifts away, the reality of it all. Thoughts, hvae I only to keep me company when i'ts dark ad quiet. I run, ever so slowly, wishing It could end, but just before it does, I have to speed up all over again.
Where is everyone?
I break everytime because it hurts and pains me and yet it does not show and still I try to grab her hand hoping to find something.
Where are you?
Where am I?
Where is my mind?
I need it to end, everything, to fade and never come back, to be true to me. I belong to the wind without memory or weight, where I can fall and rise just as it brings me where it wants to.
Take my hand, please....
I’ve counted the cost of this loneliness
And I’ve paid for the crime
And one day I’ll die
With you in my mind
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