Invisible wounds that are more painful than wounds that bleeds,

Are wounds that slowly kills me to death, unconsciously.
I might seem fine,
I might feel happy.
Yet my inner self is shouting in grief.
A pain where I could no longer locate its origin no matter how I tried because I'm tired.
And the only feeling left I could distinguish was none.

If this wound would cost my life then there's no point of staying.
The road to recovery is quite far from here, I must keep going.
It's a long run, perhaps I should detach myself in reality to suppress pain.
And embrace this cold bandage to somehow soothe the pain.
I wish I could have possible shortcuts towards the other end as I go through.
Because this wound is causing too much of me.
But it's my fault.

I should have avoided that *thing which now wounded me deeply.

I just want to write

Until there are...

    No words left unwritten,
      No feelings left unhidden,
        No voices left unspoken,
          No hatreds left unforgiven.

Because this is my avenue to express...

          hope and despair,
        happiness and sadness,
       loyalty and betrayal,
      fantasy and mystery,

    And everything in between.
  All in one **poetry

i just can't stop thinking about that day
   I remember, you were wearing grey
      without a clue, you sat by my side
         never thought our worlds would collide

there's something about you I just can't explain
   making my brain go insane
      lose myself whenever you're around
         like my heart melted and it fell to the ground

i wonder if you ever feel the same
   whenever they mention my name
      was ignorance just part of your game?
         or should i be the one to blame?

i fell too easily and crashed too hard
   somehow i feel like a ******
      in my thoughts you would dwell
         you had me listening to Adele

you are the light in my darkness
   the smile in my sadness
      though i know this is foolishness
         you existence is still my silent happiness