I am not ready,
not yet prepared,
I feel nothing,
Not yet over her,
Shez still inside me
You please don't love me.

I won't treat you well
Won't give you much importance,
That would hurt you ,I know,
Don't come closer you will grow,
I have her bits inside of me,
Please don't love me.

You call a lot,
You text me all day,
You do care a lot, I know,
I have disease of getting bored inside me,
Please don't love me.

I am too bad to deserve you,
My heart is too broken to put all pieces back together,
I have felt too much that I feel nothing for you,
There's a void inside me,
You please don't love me!

A magic mo
      --- without
a teary backdrop!
One step down
beneath the Moon.
Gone with the wind.
Once in the nick of time
upon a peak of the noon.

Pain like no other,
Visualized from the droplets that slide down a cheek.
Like the clearest of blood dripping from the eye,
But bleeding from the heart.

More than just the liquid pours out.
Shirts stained with head pressed to chest,
And words seep through lips wrinkled,
As sadness takes over and deprives of rest.

Sticks and stones,
I'd rather have broken bones.
For these eyes bleed worse
Than any bruise could ever be.

I won't call it a disease,
I'll call it this This instead.
Tired of sitting in meetings
about meetings.
Tired of swallowing pills
stacking up bills.
This is what I live with
and "it must be so hard"
but I'm strong.
A strong woman searching
to be weak.
Using various techniques
to dodge a flaming hot tear.
Because I cannot bear
watching myself crumble
at the expensive of evil emotions.
So I unconsciously chose
This instead of emotion.

Sharp broken heart parts in her chest
Made her bleed for a few days

Her rain clouds arrived
Eyes went to the sky
Saw how the raindrops
Fell on her forehead

She grew taller
Became stronger,
Prettier and dangerous
Than before

Like a beautiful rose
That blooms
With sharp thorns.