hurt.
drowning.
help.
i want a way out.
the tears force their way forward.
i'm trying my best.
all i want is to be okay.

that's the thing about pain.. it demands to be felt.

if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...

i don't pay attention to the world slowly ending.
it has ended for me many times
and began again in morning.

whenever life gets a little tight
with all the rounds that i fight
i just look up into the night
and keep waiting for the light

i tried writing something bright
but it just didn’t feel that right
the darkness decides what I write
but don’t worry, it’ll be alright