july fourteen
a scar was made
two stabs
all the way through my soul
what was left?
I took my pieces from the floor
and made a crystal of them
now I go on with my baggage
I am we
all of it
alone we , I go.
every night I die with my eyes open
I cannot sleep.
the weight gets to me
on me
july fourteen
I did not left you.
my thoughts are loud.
