Yes, my heart and head ache,
Yes, I feel terrible.
And I know now,
That's it too much.
I've been sad alot,
I've annoyed people alot.
Feels that the dust is way luckier,
Atleast it can fade away with air whenever it wants.
I want to fade away and I want to run,
And run, run and run.
Till my legs give up on me,
Just like I have.
Till nights eat me up,
Just like my mind did.
                          H.S