We expect the world to behave like a story book and when it doesn't we chock on the bile called enlightenment, though it's not real.
When nothing matters you've lived.
I loved for a thousand lifetimes one jamacian princess I'll never see again and have to keep living cause she deserves to be remembered sweetly as her kisses despite her hate filled daughter.
While I escaped with my life everything died around me.
I've never felt this ache before and recieve no solace in sleep yet I chase it hoping to numb the piano.
Said to be all in my head.
Do you know what it's like to not be believed when you say,"you've died a thousand ways since you left her".
And no one heard you