the days after

catefrances

i woke up to a bright blue sky
and thought to myself oh god what have i done
i didnt want to say those words
i didnt want to walk away
i was just so tired of no return
of never feeling more than numb
i guess i wasnt enough to thrill you
questioning my presence
i feel so crushed under the weight
of my own soul cursed by hate
and desparate need and tears
that stain blood soaked tuille
why do i feel like absolute shit
why do i feel like ive wronged myself
and that isnt even counting how im thinking of you
by walking away what have i done