Sorry
I’m not

your

Pretty

Korean

Girl

With brown locks

and a pouty allure

Sorry I couldn’t
Be

Worth a mention

To your inner world

The one who left you in storms
can never give you rainbows
and sunshine.

all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own

do you have moments, where you can’t imagine a future?
you’re lying there, staring at the
same walls
same ceilings
same words
with nothing but the same feelings-
empty and pale,
like there’s no reason to go on,
when you can’t even do enough to fail.
the future is coming, but you don’t want to be in it,
can’t imagine yourself in it.
where you just want to stop.
everything.
and just sit there for a while.
maybe not death, as that’s too permanent,
but something close to it.
when you can feel the rope around your neck,
the razor on your wrist,
the way the pills taste.
you can imagine it, and you aren’t sure if it’s what you want,
or just the feelings you imagine it will give you

You praise me like you’re preaching gospel and I’m terrified that someday you’ll convert to another religion.

My friend, I know you struggle
I know it hurts to take a breath
I know you hate this, I do too
I know sometimes you wish for death
But after every time we talk
I pray you’ll see another day
I pray for me to find the words
Because I don’t know what to say
I know you think that I don’t care
You say a thousand hurtful things
In the moment you believe them
And that's what really makes it sting
But I’ll stay up till morning talking
If that will get you through the day
My friend, I’ll suffer through this with you
Just to know that you’re okay