times like these are saving you..

You don't need a savior, you don't need a saint. No one can help you with this one. When the words are out of reach on the top shelf, the world stops spinning. Oceans of happiness are far away from this point, and sun and the stars are exploding. Pretty soon, there'll be nowhere to run away.You filled your lungs up with air, counting your breaths, 'cause soon there'll be no more left. Nothing left, nothing to gain, to lose. And some of the stars are fading away, just a moment before you catch them. Could you understand your own words when the whole world is shut.? Could you recognize yourself when the lights go down? Could you still feel your own breaths even though you have no left? Standing in one place, and still moving forward.. Could you?
Would you make the world go on, or would you make it stop? Would it even matter?
It's alright to feel alone but you can't, all those shadows killed your light, killed your way out of this place.
At the end of the day, when the sun comes down, you can hear a whisper calling your name, name that sounds like mistake. You've learned how to live with it but you can't get used to the fact you've been a lie, all this time. You're words are empty now and the blood that's going  through your veins is poisoned with lies. You want to hide the truth but there's no any. 'Cause when the lights faded out you made a bigger mess out of it.
No, don't count your sins. Don't try to fix anything, anything became nothing. Your sins, your mistakes.. It'll be like trying to fix yourself, now, you're made of them. When you're sinking like a stone in a deep blue, and no one knows it, you can take a breath, same one you lost. From time to time, like this, you can catch a breath instead of that star that faded away and then landed on your hands. Times like these are saving you. From what's called; easy way out.
And now you're counting all the reasons why you should stay, or you should leave? Remember, the lights already went down, and you don't know where, or who you are.. Stay, or take everything with you.

all the world i've seen before me passing by..

Rainy day. Nothing unusual in this little town. Stupid little town. Nothing that could make people stop and think: what will happen today? So, it's just a simple, rainy day, in a town that can't be less complicated. As the rain drops are falling to the ground, you can hear steps are getting louder.. You're surrounded with everything, but innocence. Behind everyone's eyes is a little bit of pain. People. People hiding their faces while passing by you. Turning their heads. You may ask yourself: Is it because they don't want you to see the pain behind their eyes or is it just because they're the ones who caused yours? All the pain they're carrying with themselves are songs no one sings.. The bigger the lies, the more they want to believe them. Once again what was right is wrong and no one has their peace. Yes, in this stupid little town you'll be judged to suffer. The ones who turned their heads would pass by, even if the sky is falling down on you. That one person who had your back will be just another lost soul full of anger, full of pain, passing by. Even you think you've got nothing, to gain, to lose, you're still afraid you will. In this town you'll lose everything, so don't try to gain something,.. anything. All the world you've seen is passing by. Everything you've heard, had or known...

I burn to make them understand, understand their moves, their pain so i can turn them into this.. This thing that you're reading right now.. Thing that will take away five minutes of your life, won't change theirs and took a lot out of me to be done. You begin to wonder what's the point of this thing you're reading, and why can't you stop? It's not because you care, you don't. Why would you care about bunch of words.. One little town.. Emotions that are skipping you..? Are they? Or did you find yourself in my words? Did any person slipped through your mind while you were just simply reading this thing, thing you'll forget about, thing that will pass by like everything else, in one or another way? But, after all, will change something..

..things, people, feelings will never be the same again..

I listen to a song. A song that is happy and that makes me happy. Well, it's the only thing that makes me happy in last few months.. I tell myself that im over you, that im done, and nothing's gonna happen. And i stay behind my words, just till the next day when i see you.When you give me that look, look that makes me remember my tale, our tale. I remember you, with me, on that field. And in reality we had nothing but our words, and each other, every single day. At the end the guilted invaded notion of someone i once knew. I never thought that could ever be possible. But now, when i talk to you, and it's not so often, i don't recognize you. I just don't know you. Things aren't like they used to be, people aren't the same anymore, and feelings aren't either.When you blame yourself for everything it's much harder to deal with things you're going through.You know that feeling when you're tired of everything.? When it's easier to walk away then fight? And whenever that feeling comes, when the feeling to give up of everything comes you're not ready, you're never ready for it. Somehow you run from it. From the feeling, from the moment. You put a smile on your face and everything you do is pretend. Pretending is good. As long as people can't see you crashing they will treat you as they were going to. Once they see how hurt you are everything's gonna change. 'Cuz some may think everything else you do is pretending, but in reality you're just hiding feelings so you can't hurt anyone else. But i guess no one can see what you're going through. Everyone thinks there's no problems, they think you don't have any, but actually YOUR FEELINGS ARE QUITE ENOUGH problem for u. And yea, maybe i don't have problems, 'cuz i have nothing left with you, 'cuz everything with my family and friends is just fine, but hey, not everything you can just see is a problem, maybe you can't see it or touch it, but it's there. Not everything you can't see is not real, it really is out there. 

one wrong move and you're chasing shadows from the past..

When our looks cross, i stare, you stare. No moves, no words, just staring. And sometimes that staring, that silence tells more then any moves or words could ever tell. It's a silence with a story. Just like everyone else, we had one too. Our own. It was a story i could never tell again, it was a tale you only read once but it stays in your memory forever. No one wrote it down, but everyone knows it. Some may forget.. but not you.
You will remember every single word of it, moment, every single smile you had telling it.. living it.. Tale, which now seems like it wasn't right. Only becuase remembering it is the hardest memory you have.

You ask yourself if he's worth it. And the answer is positive. But take another look of what you have right now. Pain, that you can't even explain. Happiness, 'cuz it happened. Hope, for it to repeat. Faith, 'cuz of the unsaid words you're waiting for to be said, and at the end he screw you over again. Just with not telling anything, with ignoring your words,and not telling his, unsaid words. It makes you think they don't exist, but they do, they are there, and as long as they're unsaid you can't move on, you're stuck with your tale. Tale, that tells itself with the look he gives to you. Tale, that's passing through you. Tale, only you two can understand no matter how much people know about it. No matter you hope someone, who knows it, will finish it. You hope someone will break it, someone will help you, someone,that you know, will tell him to finish the unsaid words you're waiting for becuase you can't. But that won't happen, 'cuz only person you depend on is yourself,  no one will take a risk for you. You're on your own, 'cuz well, it is your tale, which now just makes you chasing shadows from the past!