There is nothing left to do but do
I'm tired of hate and silence
I can never not talk
To suffer will be the end of this,
But I already suffer
Suffering is bearable
But to suffer with hatred is death while living
I can smile
I choose to smile even after everything
I live
And someday, I will be gone

I lived, I suffered, I loved, and it was all alright

As the cold wind drifts me to sleep,
the fog hushes my mind.
The leaves, convincing;
all will be alright.

For some it was poetry
   For me, it was bits and pieces of you
   More of you...and less of me
No, it was everything about you

The moon shouts
The great oak stands tall
The tides roll

I'm tired of being tired,
I want to just get up and move ahead
but this monotonous life  holding me back
with this strange force called 'tiredness'

Stay quiet.
So I can..
Think for
myself.
So I don't..
Need you
All the time.