Common.

Still missing the proof to never question this

I wonder what you think about before bed.

I make things blend inside my mind to avoid them.

Unhealthy I've started masking my identity.

Do not blame the past, just the scars.

Was it all worth dying for?

Does your sun even know you were amazing?

Young and reckless, every reaction receives a fatal response.

Decal my veins into claiming a false pretentious home

I am so sick of analyzing, but the face value

was never real to me.

His face burns my memory to ashes

and I just want to sleep it all away.

I must be in Denial.

Author's Note

07.01.2014