| last weekend of this summer scattered tears on the scribbled paper ink on my wrists imitating the happy times unfolding the happy days i lived wanting to revisit the dearest moments spent could i still smile through my eyes like a silly girl maybe not i let the good things start and end in my head i’m not worthy enough to live them i don’t regret any of the people i met they all showed me to love and fear i’m grateful for their love i’m sorry i couldn’t give it back i don’t know how to let out this overwhelming feeling of guiltiness so i scream i scream so loud everything goes blank for a second that moment of quietness is worth this time was the loudest scream i ever let out and………… - blue’ |