no matter how much i distract myself,
it all comes to me back every evening.
the ground disappears and i'm falling.
this is a picture of my mental health.
i end up being empty and disappointed,
every single day goes by
each described as "fine".
someone takes a paper and fold it.
the mirror is all crushed
and garden full of holes.
the forest lost its clothes
and ice on a lake cracked.
hopefully nobody can see
the knife in my heart,
the only reason of my scar.
but this is what i need to be.
we won't get any stronger
if we hide our pain inside.
in the end you'll be glad
you didn't plead any longer.
goodnight to the setting sun.
it gave me too many chances
and i don't remember all the dances
even when it used to be fun.
thanks to all the flowers
they gave me a chance to bloom
like i wasn't just an eclipse of moon,
not even cared about my lovers.
