Tuesday, August 2

i'm changing slowly,
this skin no longer fits,
these are not my hands,
these eyes are two black pits.

what used to be eyes,
are overflowing with sorrow,
this aching pain inside my chest,
does not want another tomorrow,

so i'll bottle these tears,
and take these feelings that i get
i'll pour it into this water,
thats slowly changing into regret.

the water's getting cold,
i'll pull myself out of this bath,
feeling like i've returned to nothing,
maybe tomorrow i'll laugh.

and i'll wait here with
the tomorrow i did not desire
pile up these thoughts
and build a new fire

so i'll get these tears out
and take these feelings that I get
bury them in the ashes
and hope i can forget...


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