They say remove toxic people from your life,
but what am I supposed to do with this toxic heart of mine?

I have these friends
Talks to me at 2AM
I want you to meet them

She's Clara
She knows my deepest secrets
Reminds me when I'm at lowest

Meet Winnie
She loves to talk about my future
Telling how I'm going to be a failure

This is Kisses
She knows every part of my body
Repeating how it is so ugly

There is also Marco
Who's fascinated about space
And he told me I'm universe's waste

Say hi to Sisa
She's a good listener and influencer
If I cut myself, I will be better

They love when I say "STOP"
Voices turns into scream
Left with tears and hallowed dream

I'm falling through
the cracks in the ground,
the ground beneath me has never been stable,
but sometimes,
after a cry or two,
I become a Bamboo plant,
turns out I don't need the light as much as I need to cry.

What is the moral
behind cancer that
is not even identifiable,
a crime yet to be startled
by another failure,
when you pray for the
pain to go away,
but then the blood is shed
out of your skin in silence,
I think something inside of me
exploded,
No I didn't feel it,
but the traces don't lie,
I'm dying.

Remember when we first met?
                  I wish we could meet again for the first time.

Stop chasing me,
I see you watching me when I'm waiting at the bus stop,
I feel your presence when I'm preparing my 1 sugar 2 cream coffee,
I know you're with me when I'm counting sheep as I'm falling asleep,
you're there in my nightmares,
your reality is the maze I am trying to escape from.