Song: Lund - Hallowed (ft. Emily Rammond)
(this is a masterpiece)
you're the last one to speak
and the first one to leave—
you don't want to come off as rude,
but the need to be around people
sometimes gets drowned out
and the 'i-can-handle-this' meter bursts into tears.
trying to keep it together with a straight face
is taped on your forehead,
everyone knows that you're a tad bit uncomfortable,
but you're still willing to go the extra mile
for those that you love and that's your strength.
don't let the loudness of social gatherings
silence your quiet thoughts,
alone time is valuable
in a world where it's normal to socialize,
it's normal to attend group meetings
like we're all in constant therapy to find out
if we're addicted to a human need to be accepted
or addicted to a human need to understand
why we want to be accepted.
so after 7+ hours you are more than drained—
the blood from your veins write onto soft skin
and you're flushed with 'why didn't i just speak up'.
you lay on your bed with more thoughts,
but sadly—
none of them are yours
and that's why your heart keeps questioning
why your brain feels so messed up.
it's not your fault.
i get like that too.
we love so much that when we finish loving,
we're like a heart made of bones
and inside of that tiny heart's chest,
there's another heart.
that is why you're so quiet when you're alone,
the songs are always loud.
it's like music speaks more clarity to you
than a thousand gentle greetings from family and friends.
it's really not your fault,
you just want to be alone
and you know something?
you are your own friend at the end of the day,
you've spent so much time with people
that it's hard to know yourself
at the end of the night.
it's okay to be still,
to enjoy a night off
without familiarized sceneries of him, her and them.
just you.
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memento mori // poetry
कविता" remember that you have to die " memento mori - /məˌmɛntəʊ ˈmɔːri/ noun an object kept as a reminder of the inevitability of death, such as a skull
