cheeseactivist

once again i'll have to bury the hopeless feeling of missing you deep inside my chest.

in a shell of myself "trapped in porcelin it muffles the echoes" i stare at nothing in particular but i can't look away i scream but no one can hear i cry but no one can see is this what being alone is like? can you call it being alone when you never had anyone anyway? when you've been alone all along?

it's sunday night it's sunday night and i miss you it's sunday night and i wish you were laying with me cheek to cheek it's sunday night and i wish i could smell you inhale you it's sunday night and i wish we could laugh together like we used to it's sunday night and i wish i could love you like i used to it's sunday night and i hope you had a great day it's sunday night and i wonder where the time went it's sunday night and it always seems to be this night this dreadful night it's sunday night and im crying myself to sleep it's sunday night and i wonder if you're doing the same it's sunday night and i wonder if you're even thinking me it's m