Thread: It's always about you~

It is isn’t it?
It’s your life you value selfishly
How can you fake this anymore?
To just turn your back away and choose to just ignore

Thought you were my cure
I tried to catch my breath again
I haven’t slept again
I don’t how I got this way

I’ll never be alright

This is how my mind is racing …
Although, my heart is slowing,
I am gaining the colour of death
And the credit goes to you

This ain’t love and this ain’t hate
This is nothing but pure emotions
Flowing down my face,
Pouring out of me

… Transparent and rouge …

This is not thoughtless incense
Coming out of a mindless boy
This is not – a typical depressing poem
Surfacing out of a person of subnormal intelligence

I won’t waste myself anymore
I’ll take everything from the inside
And throw it all away
‘Cause I swear for the last time

It’s over.

My heart is at its limit;
The insidious flames of pure despondency have consumed it
My mind,
My soul,
My dignity
My entire sense of being

Are nothing more but
Defeated, Dejected, crushed
Because?

It’s always about you.