I’m crying for help
But without making a sound
Am I’m really crying for help
If my mouth is shut and hands are bound
Someone please find me now
Otherwise I’ll be left in a box called
“Lost but not ever found”

little longer
a bit more stronger
and so much more
I hope for.
All the papers
I just tore
my dreams not
reaching their shore.
Well before,
so much better
heart sheltered
I, not deserted.
Everything I wore
all filtered
refined to core
expressed.
Could go ahead with
all that
keep quiet
be that
watch and mimic
being sick
in head.

I’m like liquid air that melts in your mouth