All those late nights
talking on the phone until we fell asleep
watching movies in the dark
laughing under all those stars
adventuring to places we weren't supposed to be
you've forgotten all the little, stupid secrets that we use to share
and all the other thing's that made us who we were
you've forgotten about me
...

Your loving words
lightly touch my soul
like butterfly wings
healing all the wounds
that are hidden inside

I feel suffocated talking to lots of people,

I feel so lonely in every parties I attended,

I can not stand the crowds all time,

I feel scared about their thoughts on me,

yet,

why,

Do I feel so secure expressing myself in verses and lines,

Voicing every pieces of my thoughts and story,

To the people I never met face-to-face,

And gladly accept any critiques to my words...

My mind tickles,
My heart itches,
it is crawling on my skin
There is no comfort in living.