Nervi Laden Pungyan

Nervi Laden Pungyan Apr 2018

I lost count on how many times I said
"I will cut my wrist no more"
Yet as long as I'm living, I'm feeling dead.
I can't stop myself longing for the sore.
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The harder I try to reach for the light,
The deeper I sink down the abyss.
I often ask myself if it's worth the fight.
How I wish I could handle this with ease.
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A pen or a blade could kindle the flame.
Both are fire starters inside my freezing heart.
Melting the ice or crushing it's the same.
Either will eventually hurt my heart.
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Behind the words that I heartfully write,
Are bunch of emotions concealed and chained.
May this way set my stairways to the light,
Or atleast keep my longsleeves from being stained.

Nervi Laden Pungyan Feb 2018

I remember, now it's gone.

I still remember how it was formed,
The connection between us, Now malformed.
Every moment that I treasured,
Every second I valued,
Now floats in an endless void,
Rusty and outworn,
Mossy and torn.
My mind is filled with the endless nostalgia
While you live like you just had amnesia.
I still cherish the memories while they tremble and fall,
The days we used to answer each other's call.
The memories for you are already obsolete,
The days we spent building, took only one blink for you to delete.
Changed for the best is what you tend,
Do you even think of the time that we spent?
I guess this is the thing the time could mend,
No matter how I deny, That's how it will end.

Memories may decay, but will always stay as memories.

#cleverbleed

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