The clock keeps ticking,

As my heart keeps beating,

Sometimes i felt like stopping everything.

Giving up on every sweats,
Tears,pain,

I've been through.

'It's not that hard.'

I thought

Just a knife or maybe a shattered glass like my heart

One slide and you're free to go

Why can't i just bid a simple goodbye,

And begone even for awhile?

Leaving the world and disappear like a petal of flower,

Blown away by the wind's power,

Fog on the window,

Steam from the hot cappuccino,

Or shadow that seems shallow?

Why am i not appreciated?

Why is it hard for you to accept my flaw?

You would always look at people with awe,

Leaving me behind like a fool

Not knowing what to do

In the end.

It's just me, myself and i.

I wish you would understand

The perk of being abandoned

By people

Who are supposed to be loving and supporting you

The so called

Family

Was indeed none other than

The source of hate
Force, demanding,scars and pain

I was once told

'Words can make you wish you were never born'

Indeed,

Words are the cause of joy, laughter and pain.

But is it just me?

Who collects my own shattered heart

Placing it in a jar

That I've been hiding it far

Because of painful words,

That turned a prince into a beast

I would have been happy

Because appreciation

Is all i need.