The sun sets at 530 am.
In a world where the wicked succeed and the lies emerge, a young man sits in a dark room. The only thing illuminating is the fiery end of a cigarette and the monitor that wont hold back the truth. The gentle sounds of a humming fan and keyboard chicken pecking are all but comforting as 5:30 am has wickedly approached. Why is he here? He is here because he has no choice. He is here because he has to be. He is here because he's hurt and he is here because the truth caused the hurt.
He is gone. Not the person who he wants to be and not the person who he really is anymore. He has changed.
He cant sleep. The though of letting his brain rest for even a fucking second is the only comforting thing in his mind. But his chest is too big, filled with too much air to where he cant breathe.
He is not the victim and he is not the wiser. He is simply the naive. A back turned and a heart torn is what will give him strength to pull up and the fact that he cries will give satisfaction and atonement to the relationship gods.
A lesson lived is a lesson earned. But not for him. He learned to trust no one. He learned to hurt.
But he misses it. Misses "that". The feeling of comfort and the comfort of love. He gave half and he knows it. She gave it all but all to everyone. She was weak but now she is strong. He was strong but now he is weak. With tables turned and alliances made, he has his room with the fan and the cigarette. But still, he is alone. All thats left is a young man confused. And all thats been wrecked is the truth.
He is gone. Not the person who he wants to be and not the person who he really is anymore. He has changed.
He cant sleep. The though of letting his brain rest for even a fucking second is the only comforting thing in his mind. But his chest is too big, filled with too much air to where he cant breathe.
He is not the victim and he is not the wiser. He is simply the naive. A back turned and a heart torn is what will give him strength to pull up and the fact that he cries will give satisfaction and atonement to the relationship gods.
A lesson lived is a lesson earned. But not for him. He learned to trust no one. He learned to hurt.
But he misses it. Misses "that". The feeling of comfort and the comfort of love. He gave half and he knows it. She gave it all but all to everyone. She was weak but now she is strong. He was strong but now he is weak. With tables turned and alliances made, he has his room with the fan and the cigarette. But still, he is alone. All thats left is a young man confused. And all thats been wrecked is the truth.