I have to tell myself
That I am weak
Every minute,
Every hour,
Every week, months or so

How my muscles bent down
Feeling the pain increase
Softened like fawn
And my happiness at ease

I shouldn't be on "sale",
For nobody wants to purchase a damaged item
No one shall hail,
Throw a bail,
Inhale and exhale,
Cheap noises; though they prefer to hear them

How many times
Do I have to fake a smile?
To listen to jokes,
And to commit an unusual crime
I'd listen to music,
And get entertained,
After that, I'd fake another one
And then again

I once believed, "getting a scar will show people that you're adventurous",
But I'm still weak to even risk it
And then I realized I wasn't so afraid at all
It was a tiny bravery, isn't it?

I was brave to throw glasses upon the walls
I was brave to crush a promise ring
I was brave from crying until midnight falls
I was brave for slitting the blade through my skin

I wasn't so weak at all, it's true
Maybe I wasn't that strong enough,
To admit and accept the poll
That this type of valor,
Were caused by a faulty call

I may look unevenly pale
For I have fractured down my fragile pieces
Watch the sun,
Then hold the gun,
Inhale, but do not exhale
This is a forced run
This is the end where another life has begun