After a long day like this, I want to lay down next to your broad shoulders. Feel your arms strokes on my naked back. Hear your voice. Want to feel a little lighter before I drift to sleep.
This is what you wanted. Nothing to do with me. I can't even hear your voice in my mind anymore, you are a hollow, missing piece. You were someone I kept my hope for. Even if it seems impossible, but maybe is better than never again. When all of hope is gone, only an angry void is left, burned with silence screaming in a way noone could hear.Sometimes they say life finds a way. Does it really? Or it just finds some poor soul to fuck over and over, and over and over...
...and over again. It just sucks at me as a leech. And all I want is to hide so far away, noone could find me. Just want to know if there is any reason to stay, if I could even manage to find my way.
