My only refuge
My only escape
From the harsh and sad reality
Infested
Infected

Words muffled and muted
Messages left unsent and unseen
Emotions blocked and unfelt

*Help

even the rain can do good things
just as much as the sun can cause destruction

even the pain can teach lessons
just as much as happiness breaks a person

a hundred lines written
a thousand words dedicated
all these writes i made
all for other people
makes me wonder
when will someone
write poetry for me

there was a boy
simple and true
once looked up to the night sky
and saw the elegant moon
he stared to the celestia
and started to dream
when i grow up
the moon i shall redeem

i said to my father
father, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
father chuckled and laughed
and hit me in the rough
and said
son, you cannot grab the moon

but the heart of the boy
was yet unwavering
and his dream lived on

i saw my sister and said
sister, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
sister simply smiled
and said it's impossible to be done
so my dreams have now been derailed

doubt now entered his heart
and sent his dreams apart
but looking forward he sees
this dream is only for him

i saw my teacher and said
teacher, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
then teacher did
what my father had done
and said
boy, your dream cannot be done

the boy now lives today
with his dreams shattered so soon
and now will he be known
as the boy who did not grab the moon

Every time my urge to cry comes,
I just ask myself:


Are you still worth my tears?

Then I realize,

Y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶t̶h̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶

*My everything isn't even enough of your worth.