Not doing so good today.
A mountain of bills that won't go away.
Snowed under.
In debt, in moments of doubt.
Haven't got  money, doing without.
Work like a *****.
Daytime and night.
Suffocating in bills.
Dying of fright.
Getting too heavy.
Where is the light.
Cruising through a tunnel.
Bones are all piled up.
Covered in skin.
There is just darkness.
Never will I win.
(c)LIVVI

it was 13th day of july;
exactly a year ago when  
i heard the last words
you blurted out from your mouth
like a sharp sword deeply
pierced right through me—
your goodbye

it was a rainy day indeed
lightning streaked across the night sky
and snapped a bright flash of light
tears fell down from my swollen eyes
like how the heavy rain poured out
loud screams echoed around
as the roar of the raging thunder began

365 of melancholic days
and sleepless nights had passed
365 days of long cries while catching
heavy breaths from my tight chest
365 days of finding an answer to
the same question i used to ask
"why can't he love me back?"

i was once lost but,
i've got myself slowly restored
the sullen sky stayed completely serene
rainbow appeared above the clouds  
i was seeking for the sun
to warm up the atmosphere
but instead,
i felt the cold breeze
brushed through my skin

you came up to my door
out of the blue like a storm;
an unpredictable storm yet so devastating
everything seemed to be fine—
but then you were,
taking a step again
in my placid world
without giving me
any warn