#idontkniwwhattodoanymore

[numbinyourchest]

if i had something to say.

I would've already told you;

That day when I cried;

Cried because you were never mine;

Oh but your shadow still lingers; but is it love?

It's just you; Not love, neither sadness.

It's numb out here; In the wild

The air is cold and the wind shrieks in it's own rhythm.

The heart turns cold at the fragile dusk; As you held my lifeless frame

You knew, you turned me to dust.