sumokii

The heavy rainstorm falls into my hands, each drop falls off my face, There’s something that makes my heart emits color, but I’ve fallen into deep hatred, and a cycle that never seems to fade away. I tried to run, but it pulled me right back, something that chases after you no matter where you are, no matter how deep it is in your memories, it’ll flash right back, and it makes you feel how this spiral of hell throws you back and forth to where you started. Everything is destined to be the way it is, I’ve seen love, I hated it more than anything I had felt, but never have I known what it truly is.