UrartadKonst

It's quiet here... I feel the cold creeping up, and something damp is touching my cheek, but heck, I really like the quiet after all the crap that happened in the last month. Wait... why am I saying this? What did happen in the last month? I can't remember... What happened yesterday? What day is it? How did I get here? Where am I? Who am I...? "You didn't have to end it like that." "Yeah, right. I could've just walked up to him and said, 'I'm sorry, Lucian, you're a great guy and I really care about you, but--'" "That would've been better than what you did. How could you? No-one breaks up by text message anymore! You could've at least s

So when I woke up today With an extra layer of skin Dried onto my knees Another day would begin And I still walk the same road I'd still go the same way Eyes shut but still wide open It's just like any other day To stay right among you When I'm really not here And even if you hold me You won't get near Like life's meant to be so grey So cold and hollow? I want to break loose I don't want to follow And I'm intoxicated I still walk the same way You can still see me But I've gone away