Why do we tend
To act like fools
To be adored by people
Who can't even see our significance.
We always pretend,
But we're nothing but tools.
While we give out our all,
We're just prisoners in their fence.
Until when will we force our pieces,
To fit into other people's grace,
While they just stand and watch,
How we struggle, fall, and shatter.
But I assure you that there is,
Somewhere that we have our space,
We just have to seek and be the perfect patch,
Because in some people's eyes, we wholly matter.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
I've been trembling and finding a sustain,
Tears are pouring like an endless rain;
Trying to hide these bloodshot eyes,
Tongue twisted with all the lies.
Watching my loved ones fade away,
Hoping that someday, someone will stay.
Where's the harmony that I long?
I feel like I will never belong.
Is this just an illusion?
For I am filled with confusion.
I pushed myself to be strong,
But what am I doing wrong?
Can't help thinking that I am a mistake;
I stumble in every step that I take
Tell me where do I lack,
Will I ever be enough?
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
We have wounds that dwell in our soul,
Wounds that will always leave scars behind;
Wounds from the times that we fall
and from the tragedies that stayed on our minds.
People have been blinded by ignorance,
Blinded to understand the pain and grief
of the scarred and broken ones;
Only seeking for their own relief.
No, it doesn't always take time;
It isn't just about saying a prayer,
Things won't always be fine.
As time passes by, those scars become clearer.
Don't say you understand for you once fell;
Don't say you know the pain because you've been bruised.
Being wounded is more than what words can tell;
Being broken is being lost with no chance of being found,
because those scars will remain until your very last breath.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
*Every tragedy
Is marked on my memory;
Every suffering that my mind can recall,
are scraped deeply in my soul*
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
*Eyes of the beast,
piercing through the soul of everything that exist.*
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
When the enemy attacks,
It will be a sudden shock.
It will be certain,
To leave excessive pain.
The attacks are endless,
And sure are merciless.
Nothing can stop the opponent,
Along with its destructive intent.
It will inflict harm to its victim,
Leaving marks limb by limb;
Freezing every joint due to fear;
Admiring every cry it hears.
As the victim gets weaker,
The enemy gets stronger.
Every corner is not safe,
Will the victim ever find its escape?
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 7:14 AM UTC
Cutting is like an art
Scratch is where you start
Simple at first
But you will experience worse
It's a way to cope
But remember there's hope
Just keep fighting
And believe on something
It will never have an expiration
If you don't have determination
Battle it up
And never give up
It may be hard
But never discard
Don't give in
Just always breathe in
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC