I can’t even ******* write about my problems, I can’t do anything except let them stew inside my head and poison my brain cells one by one because their complexity is beyond me, in numbers as large as the stars in the sky and the shards of glass in my heart. Somethings never change, like the twisting feeling in my stomach as the clock moves closer to 3 am. I wish I knew how to stop it.

The dusts that stumbling down when our eyes can't even see
Telling us where are we going to be
The mixture of emotions that lay endlessly
Hides my sorrows tremendously…
We were lost, drifting in the unending ocean of luminescence.

Everything you told me, why did it sound so beautiful
When the way you moved looked so ******* ugly?

If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost

When you thought I wasn't listening, my ears were all on you*.