In times of need, I was there. Hugging you tight, even though in pain. I stayed. Always beside you even when I’m too weak to stand up. When you needed me, I disregarded everything. Every pain, every emotions, every single problems I have. I stayed strong, because you needed me.
Endless chances, endless pain. It doesn’t go away, but then I was still there. At your darkest days and all the lies you made, I still believed. But then where were you when I needed real help? When I wanted to be better, why didn’t you believed?
I wanted to change, I wanted to make up for what I did. I wanted to be better. I wanted to be better. I wanted to be better. But then I’m all alone, in tears hugging myself. No one believed and everyone else wants to leave.
I am a poet, or I like to call myself one. My heartaches and heartbreaks give life to empty pages; I rarely compose from glorious days. I’m inspired by the world, by people around me but mostly by my pain. I consider myself an introvert for you will rarely hear me speak, but on the other hand, I have much to say just not with my lips but with a pen. I hide behind ink and paper ready to write my feelings away.
I see, breathe and feel my heart breaking a thousand times a day I keep silence all through the day, the night but when I go to sleep on my bed, I remember each broken piece like a still fresh bleed Depriving me from night's peace this is my sleep disease All these heartaches control my night dreams They won't cease till I cease.
heartaches hurt the most — as if breathing takes a lot of courage and playing guitar isn’t about the riffs anymore. it’s as if tears could choke you in pain and every so often they heavily pour. usually, heartaches could only be felt in a sob or two; but now heartaches are random nights that keep on haunting you.