overwhelmed

خودم را حبس کرده ام وسط کتاب‌هایی که لای آن‌ها را باز نمی‌کنم.

i always read and cry over the letters i wrote to you that never reached you, because i knew you would burn them.

i'm starting to notice the ones i held closest take more than what they give back

will you stay away forever? how do i live without the ones i love? i have so much to say but you're so far away