you lost all the memories.

all the hangovers and the tears,

everything you once said was dear,

but I did not.

you once felt so deeply,

so pure and so dark,

but it was just from the start,

because I did not.

I did not forget.

I did not move on.

I did regret,

I felt nothing from now on.

I hid,

I cried,

I restrained the darkness inside.

I cherished everyone who died.

everything that was wrapped in melancholy,

everything that's torn apart.

was only existing temporarily,

and it was built to burn my heart.

- how did you survive?