Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling

Tell you my story
Tell you my hurt
Tell you what I’ve faced
Tell you that you can be okay
Tell you even when you think your destine to break
Tell you that you can overcome this
Tell you that life is mean but you have to fight back
Tell you to spill your heart and let people in
Tell you that not everyone is against you
Tell you that you deserve the best
Tell you that you are you
Tell you that you can’t be replaced
Tell you to pick yourself up
Tell you I wish you the best with kindest regards

Based on kindest regards by Witt Lowry

5
                   a
               e      r
           y             s

since I joined hello
a larva with a torn soul
Clinging to Whatever's left of life

since I started scratching for light
Peeking at the  deeming tunnel
but still hoping

since I started dinning with poets
eating haiku in the morning
drinking sonnet in the afternoon
feeling the aching agony of the broken in the evening
falling in love with the dreamers at night

Since my heart was pounded
wrecked and left with unspeakable pain

Since Born was birthed
a crawling character that was literally dying
but still screaming for hope, love and dream

Since Ismael Ibrahim aka Born
stopped existing
and started living