I'm letting myself fall into a pit of sensless sorrow,
as if my heart was hollow.
The hours are heavy,
there's guilt for slidying slowly
into this dwelling horror.
Should I at least fight it?
I tried already, just a lid on my soul
wouldn't be enough to hide it.
Getting distracted with duties and random cuddles
wouldn't relieve the scars deeply marked
over my shineless armor.
My trust to the world is gone,
the struggle is tought to handle.
I need help, my strength is febled,
it all got too heavy, there's too many shadows.
Who'd have said I'd cared so much
for that old shackle?
I can't undo the love i wasted on his ankles.
It all feels like far off dreams
that vanished with the cockcrow.
a blackhole on my chest.
Is there even a propose?
I feel like setting fire to what's left,
making bad choices
just to pinch me 'til it bled.
Is there even a hug out there
capable of reassembling my broken shreds?
