(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

You cry when in pain
regret when in vain
You fear the so called uncertainty
and you rant over the missed opportunity.
You try hard to survive
to keep yourself alive.
You make thousand of mistakes
leaving your heart on a heartbreak.
You trust someone easily
and love wholeheartedly
But what you get in return
is violent name of rejection.

But those feelings should be temporary
Just like how we believe
that heavy rain will soon end.

It's okay to feel hurt
and feel the pain
It's okay if you failed
and get angry when upset
It's okay to weep sometimes
and to risk your heart to love.
Yes, you fear for uncertainty
but you are brave enough to face the reality.
You see every failure
as a disguised opportunity.
You learned from your mistakes
and move on with your life.

Because those feelings are natural
and are equally compensated
By the happiness and joy
and the love we received from others
And those emotions are meant to be felt
because that's what make us a human.

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Ｙｏｕｌｌｎｅｖｅｒｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ ｍｅ

People like you and me have grown used to dancing along,
To the raggedy tune of someone else's song.
We are able to dance, and smile, and duck, and roll, and weave,
While still clinging tightly to the things that we believe.
Sometimes we are led to believe we will lose it all; our heart, our soul, our very name,
Afraid they'll take away the us-ness of us; but still we play their game.

I wonder how many others know how to fake their hand?
Who keep the love caged up inside, to appear "normal" and bland?
Perhaps it is just us, perhaps just you, or, again, perhaps just me,
Or perhaps each individual just sees what they want to see.

Perhaps.

Perhaps...

Or perhaps, but...

I had a vision once; all the bad thoughts in the world were mine;
I ****** them in from everyone else, so that all the world felt fine,
And while all other folk were safe at rest, I cried and cried and cried,
And toddled down some empty street, slumped down a wall, and died,
Taking with me all the evil thoughts- the hate, the pain, the strife;
I believe it was the happiest I'd felt in all my life.

I tell you that to tell you this; all people's pain is pain to me,
And I would gladly give you happiness, in exchange for misery.
Don't keep those thoughts locked up inside, and hoard them for your own,
Or both you and I will surely die depressed- afraid- alone.