I want to kill myself in a most beautiful way
Every time I wake up, I die, again and again
Was loving you meant to end this way?
Or am I just foolish, not letting go of what was never been mine?

I thought it’s over but like a trauma, one glimpse from the past
All the sandcastle walls I built were meant to be broken down
How can I be so hard to myself, like every part of me deserves to be torn apart?
How can I do and not do something; and just...