Remember that you breath in every day

By Rim

 the mental obsessions I fought for so long? This is the beginning of patient art letting you go

It takes courage to not be the same

remind yourself that you breathe in every day 

It may be tough to concentrate on living sometimes 

There will be hard breakdowns on your way

You are born to be remembered with no blame

Overplay the song that you love 

Cause love is not a vibe between two selves

 it can affect your mood or the way you dress

Love is a phantom 

I appreciate you have been living a pure life

So stop for a second and call the lord to push you tight 

You won't understand the pain unless you scratch your skin. Until your blood falls on the bathroom floor

Or at least your pillow gets wet every night

Then you will realize that pain is not a feeling

Pain is a ghost, an uncompleted plan 

So remember that you breathe out every day

I know that you can't feel lonely unless no one is around

you can't cry unless it's  dark  

Without hesitating I affirm that I am the person I hate the most

I can't ignore the fact that my heart  is been damaging for so long that this so long become a blink 

That blink I put to help tears fall down my cheeks

Ask me why do I feel all this pain? 

Simple. cause I hate me existing on earth

I think that everyone is not worth living cause this soul around me has no colors, damn

it's all murky and gray 

Help is a word you pronounce when there is someone around 

But no one is around so I'll just scream without making sounds 

Yawn

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