I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.

Feel free to write on my mind that's a blank page
I'm like a beast in a cage
I can't be tamed because I'm in a rage
You can't stop me from fuelling the fuel gauge

Rhythmic diesel gets me pumped, literally
On the cliff I'm the one that jumped, it hurt a little really
The lines are all clumped up, it's quite silly
Be silent and listen since you're dumped, sorry for being chilly

On second thought, never mind, you'resistant to cold
It's obviously your fault for being so bold
Just do you what you're told, your style is old
Your humorous tries are gold but I'm here, so behold.

When I see you suffering such excruciating pain,
I feel useless and efforts will go in vain.
Unfortunately, happiness wasn't what I could maintain.
You're the reason why I'm sane.

I wonder why am I here for?
I'm of no use and such a bore.
Some may even say I'm an eyesore.
What can I say? These things happened before.

I just wonder and realise how I'm so helpless,
In this situation, I'm more hopeless.
Don't fret cause I'm fearless
But will I withstand in this loneliness?

Tonight the world shines bright,
With those bright city lights.
Everyone carries on with their daily routine,
In an ordinary life scene.
I will be left unnoticed,
With an ulterior motive.
I will sneak out like a ninja,
Some may call this a stigma.
I will escape alone,
Away from the sins that I would've atone
This is a short procedure,
To awaken the Grim Reaper.
As I escape reality,
Remove this surreal mortality,
After my departure,
I will follow the path that aperture.
No one will realise this,
This all happens in a blitz.
Suddenly, I lose consciousness.
Fully aware of the consequences.
My head turns drowsy,
My vision turns cloudy.
I will say my final goodbyes.
And slowly close my eyes.