A/N: idk if this needs to rated or not, but just a heads up, there will be implications on suicide.

When the day grows old

Something feels empty

When we come back to that place

Something feels different

Maybe it’s the sight of you

Maybe it’s the way you talk with others

Maybe it’s the way you look at her

Maybe it’s the way how no one notices my pain

For you who isn’t mine

Alone and unvoiced, I want to run away

Alone and crying, I want to die

Alone and dreaming, I want to never be awoken

Exploring a dream that will never be true

We laugh

We play

We kiss

We love

We…

I wake up to the cold reality

A reality I never wanted to happen

What happened to us?

What did I do wrong?

Was all of that just lies?

Or was I hallucinating all of them?

Another one of you come in

It’s the swan

She is pretty

But not as you

She knows

Unlike all of them

Unlike you

She knows

And she comforts

But it’s no use

Not