altschmerz

day after day after day

everything's the same

all my flaws start boring me

“i want to change”, i tell,

all you say is:

“i see”

feardom

i don't wanna lose my time
i don't wanna lose my life

i don't wanna waste my precious years 

crippled by sadness and fears 

but the more i think about it, sight clouded by tears 

the more terrified i get, and rust eats away my gears

runaways

when i was twelve
on my future i did not dwelve
i was certain of myself, that i'm living just the forewords of
my life-to-be; these short sentences you put in your book before you let your story flow

how wrong i was. how foolish that was. how sad.
i wasted three years acting as someone that i'm not, like i was mad
now i'm a true vagabond, without a place i can certainly call home - just like you, dad.