Moments when I cried,
Minutes when I smile,
Hours when I laugh,
Seconds when I fear,
Phases when I grief,
Periods when I sore.
But it's all right, because one was in line of sight,
That I am feeling, and I am living.

I see poets,
And read poems,
I can't understand,
Why I understood,
In words I wished to write,
Yet never once I truly wrote;
But darkness and brightness,
Are honestly meaningless,
Because I'm surviving,
And not living.

"Make everyday feel like the last day,
So when it's the last day,
It'll feel like an everyday."

Her smile so cheerful,
Her laugh so blissful,
Her ways so gleeful,
Her eyes so dreadful.  
She's a happy girl,
She's a lucky girl,
She's a good girl.
She's a dead girl.

Shadows near the girl,
Making her hurl,
In this huge whirl,
Forever she twirl.
Yet she still smiles,
When named a coward,
For hundred miles,
She's being devoured.

She dream a dream in her sleep,
Where she could finally weep,
And what she sow she has reap,
Deja Vu was her words that bleep.

I'm tired of being tired.
For being pathetic.
For being jealous.
For being weak.

Yet I can't stand,
Nor reach the land,
With me in strand,
Why can't I withstand.

I know I'm not alone,
But you guys are still blown,
Leaving me by my own,
I'd rather be in my zone.

Therefore I won't chase,
I'll be in my pace,
Just give me my space,
And there would be no trace.

Don't say I never tried,
I had already cried,
And so have I died,
Hence I'll never bide.

I laughed,
I smiled.
I cried.
I felt.
I'm still alive
But hollowness fills me.