weary eyes
sinking deeper
into sheets that are so heavy
these pillows suffocating
and holding onto every drawn out breath
a pillow for my shattered bones
lay to rest
i break delicately
falling slowly
in and out of all that i know
and all that seems to be
a woeful slumber
my darkest dreams
meandering
through sunken hills
the feeling lingers
and then it is lost

If you listen closely
You can hear
The strands of my heart tear
Not only because you're not here
But because I do not know where

How long am i gonna play hide and seek with my own feelings towards what she says?
How long am i gonna be a slave to love when nothing comes to me for real?
How long am i supposed to pretend its nothing to be thought off when clearly theres a lot of things are not meant to be and not on its track?

Gates of hopes are closing, gates of memories are opening as things are just going to be another piles of false hopes.
The fact that im still the old me, im the old scarred me, the old scratched me, the old torn down me is still there.
Even if theres an exit, its just a refraction of another pain behind the mirrors of life.

I'm not tired of feeling, and living up to these false, fake, temporary type of love.
I'm getting used to it, until the point i am legitimately numb thats where i become the walking dead.

When worries surround
me like a pack of wolves,
O Poetry!
I turn to you like
a smoker turns to a cigar,
Like a drunkard sips
the last bottle savoring slowly
escaping the misery of day-to-day life,
I come to you dressed like a
passenger
to travel far away evading
my present life.