Too attached that letting go is hard,
breathless someday, someday the air I demand.
Sobbing as if I lost the world around me,
wounds and bruises inside my heart, I am trying to heal.
Wearing smiles that I own to my people,
learning to live happily as there exits no love.
Trust is a myth I understood that night,
with the volcanos, I was being polite.
Shoulders to lean I was searching for,
I’ve become ignorant of the world.