Will I ever stop ?
Too lost in paper ,in writing
In seeing the world differently
It's so big yet so small
That it suffocates me
It suffocates me how hopeless I'm
How sometimes I do think , I'm important to this world
Like I'm not just a glimpse of it
I will pass away
Today or tomorrow
My day will come
Naturally or suicide
It will come
How stupid of me ,thinking that things I wrote on paper will change the world
While I read them alone
Holding them so tight to my chest
Like my new beloved born child
But he's like me, crying to be bought up to this world against his will .
Screaming for survival .
this is who I'm
Unfazed , shocked and sad .