never good in poems
nor sad songs

but what else the world offers
to a sad soul
other than writing it down
as we feel a little fresh air

never good in handling sadness
i used to run
run away
that i can never see myself frowned

the more i run
i realize
the more i gave more salts
to my little wounds

I'm here facing my sadness
recover my sounds
with no fears
of willing to get myself hurt

I'm here
writing sadness down