Bury me

When my memories remain no more
bury me with all that you've got.
Clean all the wounds that I have let grow
and drink all the blood that is poured on the floor.

Carry me to the end of this vanity
while you find your way back home,
just forgive me for the battles that I lost.

Who the fuck cares

Night's not my thing.
Tonight I've borrowed some falsity
to behave like someone I'm not.
I've tried another time to be the one
I would like to be.

But reality comes crashing once again,
as I'm no one.
I'm scared of you.
I'm scared of this normality,
as I don't feel like I belong to it.

I've ran away one more time
from those I want to be with.
Who do I go to, where do I call.

Just hang my feelings,
cos' I don't want to have them anymore.
Is this a poem, is this a letter.
Who the fuck cares.