How many are they?
Lights embedded sky, you asked,
Too significant.

You’re drowning yourself,
In fear and doubt,
But too scared to sink,
So you held out one arm,
Waiting for someone to reach it,
To pull you up,
And it hurts to feel,
No touch on your cold skin.

A tragedy indeed,
Ocean of tears,
With no boat around,
Only your feet,
To keep you afloat,
A death wish,
Partially committed.

As a soul I am restless,
For every passing hour my heart cries for it to end,
That may this vessel can rest to sleep,
But my head often in thoughts,
Voicing to oneself as if there's two,
Hauling in pain such of life and living,
Reaping each serenity that lingers,
Leaving this space in me pitch black,
Only to know the definition of ultramarine,
Where everything you see left a blue,
And 'till dusk this cycle of agony,
Mounting the sleepless nights within me.

Your kind words whispered clear,
With your soft smile you wiped my tears,
Told me to cherish them,
To not shed it for unworthy cause,
But when I looked at you through the corner of my eyes,
As if yours were sparkling,
Teary,
From crying for me.

And from that moment onward,
I knew you lied when you said my heart was fragile,
Because yours were as delicate as Lisianthus,
And mine were a mere Daisy.

Yet your existence proves that,
Being brittle as can be is never weak.

Vestal white roses,
Shed their serrated surface,
Then tainted in red.

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

Led you to this barren land in my heart,
You've planted it into a garden of roses,
One day the garden was scarred,
Due to depression overdoses,
When you left to pursue a new garden,
And made my heart a shattered Eden,
The garden started turning blue from green,
While I shed your roses of its petals with my hand,
My heart then bled out your roses for your sin,
Only leaving the petals,scattered on the land,
Throughout time,it wilted to black and brown,
Still there on the ground,
As a reminder not to let myself down,
By letting you in for a second round.

Why bother writing?
No one would read it,
Why bother telling?
No one would listen,
But let's say that I'm wrong,
Let's say there are those who would,
Would they understand?

1 heart,
with countless beats,
1 mind,
with countless thoughts,
and a mouth that used to sing lyrics,
in sync with the music of compromise,
silenced by billions of people with a pair of ears each,
that doesn't work at all.