"who are you?"
a question that pops to my head whenever i see my self on the mirror.
i don't know my self anymore.
asking my self to hide these tears more.

i am not like this before.
asking above what is this for?
i can't take it anymore.
it feels like my pain is asking for more.

i swam in the sea of chaos.
sadly, i am not a good swimmer.
i can't explain this feeling to others.
for my words are not even better.

a never-ending puzzle.
it is a series of disaster.
chaos and destruction.
it is how she describes her life,
carrying all the pain she has inside.

the sadness i felt.
is like torturing in hell.
running through my arteries and veins.
little happiness didn't spare.

throw me some fists,
and i'll just cut my wrist
but can't do this risk
this feeling that i cant twist.
too plenty to put it in my list.