Frigid tides in the middle of the night seems to hold more warmth than my room.
It feels impossible to scream, impossible to speak.
When does a person have the right to ask for help?
To feel as if I deserve all this painful words holds more comfort than this poem.
I am at my best which could also mean I am at my worst.
Waking up seems such a bore that I wish to never wake up at all.
Unless. If I wake up in a forest far from any soul that lives
I would be free.
A blurry vision caused by the fog of the forest or by the fault of such delusions.
I can hardly think about anything when I'm surrounded by nothing
Not a single soul in sight, not a single tune it's quite defeaning
The peace I long for, one wrong move and I might make my way.
The fear of loneliness haunt me
I fear being left alone to which I must stay and feel warmth from others
But staying seems too painful, much more pain than the fear of not being loved.
It still crosses my mind.
If not for you I would've jumped the highest rock and met the embrace of the waves
Watching light slowly disappear along with my breath
It's cold, it's warm
The moment it comes, that would be my apology
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
Frigid tides in the middle of the night seems to hold more warmth than my room.
It feels impossible to scream, impossible to speak.
When does a person have the right to ask for help?
To feel as if I deserve all this painful words holds more comfort than this poem.
I am at my best which could also mean I am at my worst.
Waking up seems such a bore that I wish to never wake up at all.
Unless. If I wake up in a forest far from any soul that lives
I would be free.
A blurry vision caused by the fog of the forest or by the fault of such delusions.
I can hardly think about anything when I'm surrounded by nothing
Not a single soul in sight, not a single tune it's quite defeaning
The peace I long for, one wrong move and I might make my way.
The fear of loneliness haunt me
I fear being left alone to which I must stay and feel warmth from others
But staying seems too painful, much more pain than the fear of not being loved.
It still crosses my mind.
If not for you I would've jumped the highest rock and met the embrace of the waves
Watching light slowly disappear along with my breath
It's cold, it's warm
The moment it comes, that would be my apology