So as i suffer silently writing you the poem,I hope you come here again,Hugging me tighter than anyone ever could.Never letting me go.

Worthless day, not needed life.Unimportant matters, never ending fight.

Where there used to be angel, the devil took their place. Now it's like never ending fire trying to burn me away.

At times like this, it would have been easier not to exist. Nobody wants to listen, even when you scream for them for it. It's time to open the window, time to let it go.

So, today overthinking took me over. It's not my first time. But you know. It always hurts as hell when one thing you overthink is either part of a very good memory, or the most terrible dream.

Yes, i was the one saying goodbye.But it's not like you very trying to make me stay.Aren't i right?

People always blow me away, and let's say i was a radio, or a dusty record, would you be like everyone else and blow me away?

So tonight i come upon a picture of us,And you don't understand how much i even missed you.I could have even called,But obviously i didn't.