Six years of thoughts
speeding, chaos in mind
Six years of hatred
feeding, reality left behind
So many days
crying, every single night
So many days
thinking, how it would be like
Just fourteen days
reliving, nights of questions
Just fourteen days
carved into my soul
Past midnight
emptyness appears
Past midnight
feeling my fears
On my bed
holding my breath
On my bed
rather be death
You might think I'm
broken, but overreacting
You might think I'm
depressed, 'tho pretending
It's true
I'm overreacting
It's true
I lost it
I think that
maybe if
they all would believe
nobody would figure
Every feeling, made
by those I love
Every feeling, made
another scar
I'll crawl back into my corner
as I see some light upon
I'll crawl back into my corner
I know I can't go on
Did not want the world to see
my feelings, thoughts, problems
Did not want the world to see
that what I lost..
was me.