your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

Do you miss him?
Yes
Do you love him?
With all my heart
Do want to be with him?
Sometimes
So you'll talk to him again?
No, never

I wish someone could reach my hand
when I was still drowning
in the tears of darkness.
I'm scared,
afraid when I look at the depth of my own sorrow.
It's full of tragedy and trauma
that causes me anxieties.
Awaken at midnight as it haunts me.
I wish someone could hear me
crying for help

At 22
I found out that
life *****.
No matter how hard I look at it,
even from different perspectives
I still find that
life *****
It couldn't get any better,
I had tried,
believe me
I really did.