Days go by like months and all I can do is breathe. Breathe with the hope that running away from me won't hurt, hoping that seeing me say goodbye to myself won't brake to much of my soul. Just breathe,like tomorrow will find me in a different place, stronger and holding hands with smiles. Breathe and pretend it does not hurt, patient for the clouds to start pouring their rain over the dust of my memories. Days go by like pages in a book too old to still be lived but too new to have been written. Page by page I tear pieces of my soul and give them away with smiles and when happiness forgets its pain I remmember I have none left. All I have I give away and sometimes I can see me in your eyes. Days go by like no tomorrow will ever come too late. But chances are not fair, and love has become a gambling game. And some have run out of luck.Owning happiness is not a right but merely a chance. And days go by like years on a row. And days like this are just too soon to forget having once dreamed of a hand that could paint smiles. Two in the morning is just not an hour to be alone and thoughts will never stop trying to evade you.
Days go by and pieces of shred soul lie on the floor.And then I breath. I just breath and ache.It's no longer my dream to live. It's no longer my hope to hope. It's no longer my way of making believe. It's just the way of folding cards to write fate.
Days go by and nothing changes. And I breathe. I just breathe.
