I’m tired of waking up in tears
Cause I can’t put to bed these phobias and fears
I’m new to this grief, I can’t explain
But I’m no stranger to, the heartache and the pain
The fire I began is burning me alive
But I know better than to leave and let it die
I’m a silhouette, asking every now and then
Is it over yet? Will I ever feel again?
I’m a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home
I’m sick of the past I can’t erase
A jumble of footprints, and hasty steps I can’t retrace
The mountain of things I still regret
Is a vile reminder that I would rather just forget
No matter where I go
The fire I began is burning me alive
But I know better than to leave and let it die
I’m a silhouette, asking every now and then
Is it over yet? Will I ever smile again?
Cause I walk alone
No matter where I go
I’m a silhouette, asking every now and then
Now and then Is it over yet? Will I ever love again?
I’m a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home

White backgrounds and blotched pieces,
Now you do know how many.
Rationalizing and pondering upon
To things you would either say or care to.
Sunken emotions of both the ends lie deep within,
And if sharing holds a stand, it would be with you
With a reluctant hope that I would be, for you, too.
What does it mean to be one and for all?
And if nothing matters, shine.
Letters for words
Words for heart
That's how it is
To be
And to be everything more...

My body isn't perfect.
I don't walk with confidence.
I get into fights with my parents and friends.
Some nights I'd rather be by myself then
out partying.
I cry over the smallest things sometimes.
There are days that I get through with
forced smiles and fake laughs.
Sometimes I try to convince myself that
things are okaywhen they're not.
I'm not ugly but I'm not beautiful.
I don't look as good in real life as I do in
pictures.
There are some nights that I cry myself to
sleep.
I constantly think I'm not good enough.
I'm imperfect but I'm perfectly me.

Everything seems so impossible,
I always feel so invisible,
I kept on staring at the empty atmosphere,
Endlessly wishing for you to be here.

Why do I keep on thinking about scenarios
that will never happen in real life?
Why do I keep on imagining things
if they would only cause an emotional strife?

Should I continue calling this a daydream
or should I start calling this "nightdream"?
This is indeed a mixture of a daydream and nightdream
and an emotion that got lost in the midair.