Blood dripped from the walls of my brain and i am hurt.
Wished that it could disappear as how i wish i didn't exist.
Been through storms and seas but never quite liked the memories that didn't seem to cease.
Broken glass made up my eyes and I couldn't see through the fog that seem to become ice.
But the Sun still shone. Its rays still sat on my school uniform and I didn't want to give up.
Happier now, i sat in my room.
Listened to a song that said "fight on, fighter."
I wanted to destroy myself with more than a lighter, but the urge made me a stronger fighter.
The memories and thoughts still linger.
But with the scratched and scars, the light in me grew brighter.
and i became a fighter.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
Blood dripped from the walls of my brain and i am hurt.
Wished that it could disappear as how i wish i didn't exist.
Been through storms and seas but never quite liked the memories that didn't seem to cease.
Broken glass made up my eyes and I couldn't see through the fog that seem to become ice.
But the Sun still shone. Its rays still sat on my school uniform and I didn't want to give up.
Happier now, i sat in my room.
Listened to a song that said "fight on, fighter."
I wanted to destroy myself with more than a lighter, but the urge made me a stronger fighter.
The memories and thoughts still linger.
But with the scratched and scars, the light in me grew brighter.
and i became a fighter.
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