I can't breathe.
I'm stuffed with
secrets,
regrets.
I'm pathetic.
It's all hectic.
I can't take it.
I don't reckon it.
I don't know when it started.
Back then I wasn't so alert.
Now I don't even know how to trust,
And every now and then I burst.
What do I do?
Whom do I go to?
Life totally sucks.
And no one even knocks
in the door of my miserable heart.
They don't care, even if I'm hurt.
Am I such a scourge
whom everyone wants to dodge?
Hear me out, even if you don't care;
I'd never present my feelings bare.
It's cold and I shiver,
but I'd still dive in the river.
It's better than to take your blanket;
I know it would make things more scarlet.
Maybe I'm just blabbering,
but I know I'm suffering.
Deadly poison awaits me.
Would I dare? Let's see.