​​the setting sun

you acted happy that i let you in my life
i hope you're choking on your words
like i've been choking on my spite
enough of that,
ive been mending things
know i'll get it right one day
please just dont get near me
i dont wanna hear the worthless shit you say

ive been stumbling over weeds in the garden
anything but hardened
barely gettin started
said "you know that you can get it if you wanted"
so cold hearted
dearly departed

i dont know what i should think
wish i didnt make it past 18
and how my stomach sinks
when facing that this is what life will be
and i try to breathе but dust inside my lungs
blocks out the breeze
im hеaded underneath
when you're alone
no one can hear your screams

and if they could they wouldn't care
the setting sun will clear the air
time won't heal a thing, it only
gives an opportunity to wipe
your slate clean
but you have to follow through
orelse the damage never leaves

be patient