3 a.m.
3 a.m. still I'm staring
At the blank screen
Part of me waits for this to be over
Doesn't want to get older.
Grey is the color of loathing
Often when I choose an ocean
I hope to drown
to be the last one found.
But I am too young to die,
Too young to go blind,
Just old enough to lose my mind.
Supposed to be flexible
But if I fall for you,
It'll last forever.
Myths in real life
My kind, my truth.
In my head many dead
Telling me where to head,
Healing me through causing pain,
Stealing dreams and telling tales.
Live. Never bet on maybe.
Me, walls, them,
Fill the blanks with hatred.
In the light that you adore
See you fade in just one blow,
In the dark that you ignored
Lives the story yet untold.
Free xxxrentacion nf type beat sad piano "Isolated"
24.07.2020
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