I am writing this,
To that one kid,
Who sits behind the class,
Tears the pages of his books,
And begins to make patterns,
He himself cannot comprehend,
I was told of the number of times,
You cried yourself to sleep,
I know what you crave for,
But I dreamt,
You should wake up,Build up
And get out of your head,
That is not your place,
I wonder for how long,
You will soak in your pages,
How many poems will you have to write?
How many notes will you have to write and tear?
How many arts will you have to draw?
I thought,
Perhaps, you could breath and write on my palm,
Let me be your book, to vent your anger on,
I've had my heart killed, and I know how it feels,
I can't count the therapies, I had to undergo,
And I remember, they thought I was a ******,
I kept questing my sanity,
But I was sure I was OK,
And so when you click OK to my page,
I promise, it's OK not to be OK.

In case I died on the roads,
I pray it rains and washes my blood,
To erase the awful memories,
And seal the pain I went through.

In case I die on my bed,
I pray you find me smiling,
Like I still lived,
So to seal the pain I went through.

In case I die in the parks,
I pray the vultures eat the flesh,
So, I no longer exist,
And to seal the pain I went through.

In case I die in the waters,
I pray the blue covers the red,
And the waters carry me to a beautiful island,
So to seal the pain I went through.

In case I die in the battlefield,
Tell the world I did my best,
Put all badges on my chest,
So to seal the pain I went through.

What's up with the fade?
Is there something wrong?
I wonder if you read my note,
I slipped it into the woods.

You painted to me,
And your art was full of red,
You counted the frustrations,
And afflicted your mind.

I wish I would hug you tighter,
To feel the beats of your heart,
I would know how much life was left,
Now, the silence scares me away.

I wrote to you a letter,
And dropped it in the woods,
I guess the ants ate it away
I shouted your name,
You didn't look back,
I guess, the wind carried it off.

You remember how I pulled you back,
To warn you about the field,
And the thorns amidst the grass?
But you said,You were born to die,
And today, I write love in your casket,
For indeed! You died for love.

To the musicians on stage,
I have your voices in my room,
It's my rhythm in the pain,
And I wonder why you tell my story,
I cry in your beats,
And laugh in your notes,
Funny, how you record,
For your next hymn.

To the musicians on stage,
Never mind who listens,
And how it tastes,coz;
Everyone has their taste,
Don't bother the spotlight,
You make our hearts light,
We didn't tell you we care,
But, we built you a palace in our minds,
And we solo your words in the dark.

When you're cut, you're cut
Just like like the burns on a bun,
How its subjected to heat
And darkens
So when you're *******, you're *******,
How the sword tore your skin,
Penetrated your cloak,
And cracked your bones,
When you don't bleed,
And your eyes don't tear,
So, your heart is heavy with blood,
You are all red,
So you lack a choice but wish you were just green.

Hi my soul breaker,
You built in my mind,and;
I wish I suffered amnesia,
To forget you ever existed,
Or perhaps get into a comma,
Just to put a coma to my pain,
You remember how I loved you,
And how hilariously...
You literally pushed me away...
And just when I needed you most?
When I was battling with demons, tougher than my devil,
And you were the only blessing I was counting,
It was funny hahaa.

Sometimes I wish I was an army soldier,
Such that I'm not humane enough to battle with emotions
And so that, I would plan my death in war
Love pierced my peers to the grave,
So, I wrote a letter to my pastor,
And he said, suicide offence is a sin,
And hate is ******,
I think I'm dead,
You hate me, so you've killed me,
And if I'm not dead, then I'm half-alive
So to the man I loved, when you meet me next, stab my other half,
And free me up from your trap.