i used to love the scent of rain
not until it gives me pain
but who knows
maybe this is where my poetry grows

lately, i tend to walk alone
gives me the feeling like i'm never known
thoughts been treating me like a slave
and it's so hard to find a place that makes me feel safe

sometimes i can't feel my feet
most of the time, my heart beat
it's getting really hard to breath
maybe i'm getting closer to the death

as i'm walking away
kinda hoping that they'll beg me to stay
hey, what is this part?
is it where everybody's treating me like a dart?

throw me about a mile
and only be remembered as a small while?

Sunday, 15 January, 2017.

i've been walking around to find my self

i've been thinkin about to play it safe

all this time i didn't know that i was lost

all this time i didn't know that im a ghost




here but not here

im running away from my fears

is this what it feels like ?

growin up not knowing what to do





and every step i take, im always scared

but i convinced my self, dont be afraid

hey! am i a nice person? they said almost!

turned out i  have became someone i hate the most




and i wish i could say, that im so done with life

someone out there please help me to understand

there are some days where i want to grab a knife

because sometimes my life, driving me mad