There is weight in the words we’ve said, too heavy to carry in our heads.
There’s a chance that I thought had gone, but here we are, playing along.
I admit I’m scared. So fragile, emotionally impaired.
So broken, so misunderstood. Reckless and careless.
And I can see that rain cloud that follows me looks like the one that follows you.
And the same ghosts that keep me awake haunt your nights just the same.
All dressed up in black and grey, we know each other just the same.
And every mile that sits between won’t understand what it means, to have one look mean everything, and throw all caution to the sea.
I have faith in us, if we don’t self destruct.
Nothing but a name on a grave is what we will be, as death is only a step away. Turning cold with yesterday, blister blue, with frozen knuckles. Still reaching out for an answer, but I tell myself I’m nothing everyday. I’ll never change a thing.
Is this just growing up? I’m so confused. Lost without hope, no direction, no excuse. I’ll never gain ground with one foot in my grave. Live for today, hope for tomorrow, they say.
Save myself from broken dreams. Save myself from sleepless screams.
This is reality, this is my legacy.
My heart has already died.
I am nothing but a faceless name.