A paper in black
Filled with a pen, pouring out the pain.
The cry of a thousand years
The warmth of this life
No more stretched into the spine.
Dried leaves on the ground with no life to give,
The desperate cry leaves you with a deaf ear.

You search and cry
But you won't see through the other side
The lies of this life will fade you away

When emotions torn out this life
Tried to run but ain't that easy
Only to loose yourself and crumble down on your knees again.

I couldn't face it just I know that I can't take it  anymore

Free like the water; but life is like a water at the palm of your hand

They say that everything have a reason
Will it be worth living waiting for the reason
But what if I rest my soul and never know the reason

I'm a prisoner of myself