It feels like something unwanted stuck in my throat,
Preventing my voice to be loud and clear,
Making my breathing difficult,
My brain keeps on telling me to cut it open,
That unwanted thing is better gone.
Once I cut it open,
Will I be freed too?
I thought that I am strong, but why am I having this suicidal thoughts too?
It’s not much I know,
Only a piece of paper,
For us to colour.
It's weird to see,
You holding the yellow crayon,
drawing a sun,
above the journey i drew,
on this endless canvas.
The heavens were mad,
So the clouds thickened and rained,
Tearing on the earth.
Your grips are too tight,
Cycles of day and night,
Enraged, yet unsatisfied,
Still, you didn't realise,
The hand in your right,
might shrink down to size.
Sometimes, we lose our minds, in hopes to understand them.
Sometimes, we lose someone, as we try to do the same thing.
And we start asking, who is the stranger we see in the mirror everyday?
We desire mutual understandings,
Yet spare no effort in understanding,
And fear that when we are understood.
There’s a universe inside of you,
But I’m just a little star.
Once my light is out,
There'll be none of me.
You gaze, admired it, then you close your eyes to sleep. Only to wake for the Sun.
Depth of the blue sea,
Is like your love’s metaphor,
One that I yearn for.
'Cause just like the ocean,
It's deep and affectionate,
It's true-blue but it can hurt.