and I didn't mean for it to be a sad one but I just have some things I wanna get off my chest.
I know, for some time now, that there is a part of me that is dead.
It is like a shallow well where I fall into sometimes, but I would take some time before climbing back out again to the happy and colourful world outside.
Inside this well is all the pictures of the people I have lost.
I can only look at them, and yet never touch them again.
There are also the bits of me that are gone forever, missing together with them.
I can never get those back, even tho I know they are there.
I wish I could go wherever they are, even if impossible.
Now seems like a good time to curl up into a ball, and send those messages of longings to the sky as my tears evaporate to become clouds.
It's amazing how much one is willing to give up just to hold your hands once more.
