Insecurities.
Insecurities.
Insecurities.
You’re still breathing but I have been dead for a while.
My love and your hate has burnt me out.
I’m too scared to sleep,
because I don’t want to wake up in a nightmare.
To scared to eat ,
because it will give me strength.
Strength I could use to run.
To scared to run ,
because I’m nothing more than air.
To scared to feel,
because you have to touch.
To scared to breath ,
because you need air to live.
I am not among the living and not among the deceased.
I am the memory that lives in your heart and the longing that grows in your eyes.
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