Maybe* someday we will grow stronger,
Maybe someday we will be brave enough,
to fight those fears that has been trying,
to swallow, and harm us in so many horrific ways,
In these maybe I want to believe,
Though maybe these maybe ain't gonna be real,
At least when time get too tough and hard I know, I have these maybe with me,
which are so much bigger than any hopes
I could build.

"aaaaahh,
maybe someday I will grow stronger,
maybe someday I will be brave,

*....maybe someday things will get better."

The rain yesterday
Didn't wash my pain away
It still ache
Here,
In
My
Heart.

sorry
is easy

I'll say it
thousand times a day.

There's not much left in me,
Stop trying too hard in breaking parts of me,
I had enough already.

I'm way too tired,
I might get a very bad idea,
How to end this misery in a very quiet way but would definitely stir the people around who'll then demand that they're close friends of mine.

*****.

I can't love you back
simply because you love me,
I have to love your personality,
your true self,
So I can feel less cruel and
unfair to you and myself,
Miss you when you're away
and excited to see you,
And feel sad
instead of relief
when you leave

Saying you only miss me when you miss me
You only need me when you need me
Got me thinking
I'm not the one in your mind at all time
Because you have never say you miss me
You have never say you need me.

I need your love
I need your care
You don't have to pour a bath
Just a  little  drop everyday
I'll keep it in a bottle
For every single drop you gave
So on the day I cry
I can compare
What's more
The tears or the loves and cares
And ask myself
Does it worth to cry and fight
When I have bottles of your loves in hands

I've been feeling sad since yesterday,
Slept at 5 am and awaken at 7.30 am,
Feed me dopamine so I can smile again,
Bring back the laughter for me,
I desperately need to be happy again.
Please..

Life has turned it's back on us
We're each an abandon child now
Living the life no one could relate
Pick pocketing others' love
Wonder why we could never tell them we need some.

My eyes are tired, it's about half passed 1 where the moon shines,
Burdened, I got to get up early tomorrow,
Music now on play, set off after 2 hours,
Rest my back, close my eyes
Can't seem to loss myself, eyes closed yet am awake, i hate this.
I draw images, create scenes, trying to make my own dreams,
Trying to see pictures in my closed eyes.
Music is off. ****, I'm still awake,
It must have passed 3 now,
...
Alarm went off, it's 8
Oh! I slept, I'm still tired.
First thought this morning?
It happened again.
I wish the cycle stops.
I'm tired.

Some people say that poem is
Only for the sad and depressed souls
But hey, look at me !
Read the following verses and you'll know.

There are varies of arts in writing,
Its a way of me expressing my feelings,
The deep part of me that coudnt be seen,
But in poems I lay them in ordered scenes.

Few times when I feel like crying and can no more bear things,
I lay my feelings in a piece of sheet and went to sleep.
But! That day when the sky is clear I also picked up my pen and let it dance,
Just by listening to the birds singing I'd do the same.

Am not trying to play poet but to convey a message,
Writing poems doesnt mean that I am depressed,
Its a medium for feelings to be expressed,
A comfort zone for the creative people like us.