One day of my life...
Sunrise, the beginning of another day, the beginning of everything that is sad and lonesome.
I hate sunrise, the start of the torment of my broken heart, another day to live through.
Autumn sky, hides behind hazy grey clouds, shadows of upcoming storm, lingers the smell of rain.
I resent the season of falling leaves, when things are coming to an end yet I can't let go.
Train station, motionless faces fill up the air of dusk, where individualities merge.
I stand alone lifelessly, as ur silhouette slowly fading from my sight, on the train back home.
Sunset, the end of light and the beginning of darkness, escapes the warmth of life on earth.
I despair, only the scarlet clouds know my existence and the reason behind my heavy footsteps.
Mid-night wind, trembling of a dying flame, the vain effort of holding onto what was never there.
I cannot see, whether my soul was empty or truly dark, there is nowhere to run or hind.
"Just another lost soul, will you find me?
Will you risk the chance to be lost as well, just to find me?
How will you even find me in complete darkness and silence?"
All these questions are yet to be answered...
If they will be answered one day, then I'll pull myself through till that day, even if it means to watch myself struggle through pain and mistakes.
Sadly but true, that's the sole reason for my survival...
Sunrise, the beginning of another day, the beginning of everything that is sad and lonesome.
I hate sunrise, the start of the torment of my broken heart, another day to live through.
Autumn sky, hides behind hazy grey clouds, shadows of upcoming storm, lingers the smell of rain.
I resent the season of falling leaves, when things are coming to an end yet I can't let go.
Train station, motionless faces fill up the air of dusk, where individualities merge.
I stand alone lifelessly, as ur silhouette slowly fading from my sight, on the train back home.
Sunset, the end of light and the beginning of darkness, escapes the warmth of life on earth.
I despair, only the scarlet clouds know my existence and the reason behind my heavy footsteps.
Mid-night wind, trembling of a dying flame, the vain effort of holding onto what was never there.
I cannot see, whether my soul was empty or truly dark, there is nowhere to run or hind.
"Just another lost soul, will you find me?
Will you risk the chance to be lost as well, just to find me?
How will you even find me in complete darkness and silence?"
All these questions are yet to be answered...
If they will be answered one day, then I'll pull myself through till that day, even if it means to watch myself struggle through pain and mistakes.
Sadly but true, that's the sole reason for my survival...
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