I keep seeing,
Eleven-eleven,
Will my word turn,
To more than a seven?
I'm just stagnated,
In this still waters,.
Can't flow forward,
Nor fly towards,
But will I get what I deserve,
Dear Eleven-eleven,
Make my life even (100).

This life that I'm living,
This is not mine.
This isn't me.
Who am I slowly turning into.
A lie?
Or an adjustment?
Is this me?
The Realme?

I craved for silence,
Wanted to shut,
The whole **** world down.
Wanted to hear the perfect silence,
Where I can hear the wind.
I crave for just that,
It is what fills my battery.
It will keep me sane.
It will make me free,
From this world of wicked.

How badly do u miss,
Home.
When you fall sick,
Can't fall asleep.
Blame all mine life's choices,
Regret it all.
Count the hours,
To home,
Only to feel sad.
Again and again,
Will time be fine?
Is it life's way,
Of making me miss,
Things that I already miss,
So badly that it tears apart,
And the tears flow out.
Years go on,
But why do we go out,
Of the place that we are about.
Away from the warm embrace,
Of mother, kisses from father.
Tantrums on your brother.
Family,
It all flashes in.
And throughout.

Happiness,
Thou art I ask for.
All the time,
Hither I stayeth.
For thee  to  cometh,
Into mine arms.