I just couldn't stop crying. And why should I? What was the point?
What was the point of everything? Of breathing, of living? Of smiling?
"I want to get home", i whispered, over and over again. My hopeless voice already cracks and dies within the words.
(I want to get home)
My breathing becomes more and more monochrome, static, mechanic..
I tasted my salty tears. I didn't control them, everything just came out of me. The blood, the tears, the habit, the feelings. With my hands I try to shut down my pitiful lament, but it just overflows.
( Where do I belong ? )
(They don't care, do they ? )
And my head hurts so bad. I grab my hair, I scratch my skin, to shut down all these feels.
But It doesn't help. Nothing helps now.
( Why ? )
( Where are they? )
( What have I done? )
I break down to the floor and I see my reflection (Oh my pitiful reflection)
(I want to get home )
(I want to get home so bad)
( Home home where is my home anyways )
