That feeling, feeling to die.
Like a rose when it doesn't bloom anymore ,
Dry, dead and faded,
So that people not pick you anymore,
So that people will not see you as a precious thing to talk about it,
So that people never want you anymore.  
Better like that, gone forever.
As dead as a roses .

I'm not good with people,
I don't know how to talk to them,
I'm so confused to start the conversation,
I'm to hurt to think about it,
It's not arrogant or something,
It's just, me.
I'm sorry to people, they have to know me.

Why are they talking so whisper
Why are they talking far away
Are they talking about me
Or it's just my mind
Thinking that they talking about me
What did I do wrong
Am I hurt them
Am I steal something from them.
I try to hear from them, I can't
They too whispering
I feel guilty, I got anxiety attack
What are they talking about.

Feel alone together.








Alone out here
Nobody listening
I'm the only one, my voice are echoing.
But, what if I'm wrong.
There's a million other has this feeling
I'm not alone here
We can be alone together
Suddenly, I'm alone again.

•Homesick.

Now I got nothing on me

You both give me to much

As univers in the sky

I know how hard to give everything

But you never stop to make sure we got it all

But how

Both are just a human like me

And how

You never complain about it

You two my superhero

My saviour

My everything

I can't reply right now for both of you

But I promise, I'll make sure you will happy

For the rest of your life

And I'll never let the pain come to you.

"One taught me love" - to love the subject what you study, to love the that learn is so much fun.
"One taught me patients" - while you failed the test you be patient with it and never give up to next challenge.
"One taught me pain"- when you can't get the result you want.