The night's so quiet.
Why be a deafening silence?
So quiet my head just blew.
I took my pen.
I tore some paper.
Then I was lost.

The night's so quiet.
Guilt rang in my ears,
As my heart beats,
the breeze whispers,
"Why?"

The night's so quiet.
I want to shout.
I am scared.
I am alone.
*I need your noise.

My lungs do breath,
But I forgot to.
My heart still beats,
But inlove no more.

Pain runs within my veins,
Clogging the joy and happiness and glee.
Sadness floods my mind,
A pessimistic evil dementor.

But then I fought.
With all my strength,
With all my hope,
With all my love.

But then I failed.
I wasted my strength,
I wasted my hope,
I wasted my love.

Very tiring.
Very sad.
I just lost,
And I'm exhausted.

I think of you,
While in the streets.
Where the cold air blew,
Where sun and moon meets.

I think of you,
While in the jeep.
When people are few,
When I fall asleep.

I think of you,
While on the stairs.
Where we talked onto,
Where we gave cares.

I think of you,
While in the corridors,
When the sky is blue,
When all are happy colors.

I think of you,
Are you happy?
Do you think of me too?
Is this we are to be?

Thinking about you,
Ruins me.
Thinking about you,
Kills me.

I am finite.
I get tired and exhausted.

I can be pillars,
Strong as marble and steel.
But may be stars,
Living a life to be dead.

I can be a friend,
Who'll lend you a hand.
But may be listened,
When the wheels turn.

You may use me.
You may not.

But this I plea.
My head aches.
I do cry.
I do get weak.
I do get tired.
And I do get exhausted.

But be unfazed.
I am finite.

You're the faintest memory,
But the strongest one.
Ended without a sorry,
Also ended with none.

You're the prologue,
That broke me so bad,
You're the epilogue,
Of the days we had.

You're a short chapter,
But the most memorable one.
What sorrow more sweeter?
When to you I never won.

After all the years,
You see the same sky,
You shed the same tears,
You never tire to try.

You memorized your living,
Keeping your track by the stream,
Staying at the road you’re following,
Then you’re burned-out of the mainstream.

You yonder away,
Away from your flow,
From home to astray,
Not to hurt but to grow.

You made yourself anew,
I am very proud of you.

I used to run freely,
To paths familiar and new,
When I was the best I could be,
But then I saw a different view.

I used to be fearless,
For I was brave and courageous,
I’ve been so careless,
Then everything was dangerous.

I used to be noisy,
Not minding what others say,
But it always felt happy,
And I refused to stay.

I used to be me,
The best I could be.