i heard it's easier when you cry but i am so shallow, my tears are dry the anger is tethering side by side im waiting for death like a passerby i can't even hear, the screaming so high let me tell you a story with no butterflies i found love and then slowly died how is this life when i dont wanna try he left and all lefts a tie should i strangle myself with it or let it flow with the tide

but the waves do not hear, they pull me inside dragging my body and just subside memories linger, sharp as a knife, cutting through any hopes, denying all lights

the stars used to whisper, now they just gaze, my calls go silent, only this night stays i scream for the echoes, but silence replies, a ghost whispers in my chest where a heartbeat should lie, is this my demise?

should i let it all go and let the waves decide? or crawl from the wreckage, and let death stay beside? if nothing remains, then what am i? a wave, a whisper, a breath passing by.