Aferni 2381 Posted December 26, 2014 Why are you, Why are you, Slicing your wrists believing you want to die? It’ll leave scars And if tomorrow will show up, tears will come too… Why am I, Why am I, Thinking about living? Let’s join hands and dive, Into countless vortexes A spoonful of happiness… Just like a drug, turns even dying into a decision of regret A dying man needs to die. “Are you not alive because you’re desperate to find 'what' which seems to be bursting apart?” Why are you, Why are you, Diving in alone, Thinking your existence is a nuisance, And that you’re loved by no one Why am I, Why am I, Taken prisoner by living? Inside countless vortexes I sing to these countless scars It must be difficult for you to fly with just one wing, so I’ll give you a shove… We take knives into our right hands, thinking that it's strange That there are people alive all over the world A dying man needs to die. I am your missing wing Are you not alive so you can someday find “something”? 2 Jigsaw9 and appl- reacted to this Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
