Last night, I had the weirdest mood swing. It felt like an overwhelming concoction of emotions that can make anyone uncomfortable,
Sadness ..
was at the capital of it, for some reason I felt alone,
I felt dramatic
It made me want to talk to anyone and thank them for everything,
Cry with the purest tears my eyes could let go
Cherish the memories like death was beside me
Curl up like I don't want to let them go and cover them with my hug and flesh afraid for the cruel breeze of time to take them
I wanted to send everybody a message but every time I press a key of my phone,
numbness hits me,
Why should I thank them? The mellow rhythm went thin and
heavy notes of burning frequency took over.
I hate them!
I despise the moments they abandoned me,
the situations they left me hanging,
the times humiliation was at the top of me
the scenes of my life where they were out of the picture
just when I was searching for my life's collage
Who are they when I'm no one?!
What they give was a hint of my existence by making me needing, seeking for them,
Why should they let me cry to know if I felt anything,?
How could they look at me with hollow stare thinking they see through me?
Saying that they know me
acting like they've been inside me
and living like they've lived with me.
Everything felt justified, until the clock hits 2:33 AM
The night felt cold after I turned off the lights
and the darkness shrouded me with genuine
Apathy
nothing made sense,
all I cared was waking up the next day.
Sadness ..
was at the capital of it, for some reason I felt alone,
I felt dramatic
It made me want to talk to anyone and thank them for everything,
Cry with the purest tears my eyes could let go
Cherish the memories like death was beside me
Curl up like I don't want to let them go and cover them with my hug and flesh afraid for the cruel breeze of time to take them
I wanted to send everybody a message but every time I press a key of my phone,
numbness hits me,
Why should I thank them? The mellow rhythm went thin and
heavy notes of burning frequency took over.
I hate them!
I despise the moments they abandoned me,
the situations they left me hanging,
the times humiliation was at the top of me
the scenes of my life where they were out of the picture
just when I was searching for my life's collage
Who are they when I'm no one?!
What they give was a hint of my existence by making me needing, seeking for them,
Why should they let me cry to know if I felt anything,?
How could they look at me with hollow stare thinking they see through me?
Saying that they know me
acting like they've been inside me
and living like they've lived with me.
Everything felt justified, until the clock hits 2:33 AM
The night felt cold after I turned off the lights
and the darkness shrouded me with genuine
Apathy
nothing made sense,
all I cared was waking up the next day.