Every day is like
Falling into a deep pit,
waiting to hit the ground
Hoping to reach home safe and sound
On my way, I tell myself;
"This  void inside  needs to be filled;
Somethings in life need to be fixed"
No one near me, seems to get a hint
So I keep it that way;
hide it all behind a wall
For even if they knew,
There's nothing much they could do
I see how they complain;
Still manage to live their life to the fullest
Maybe this is an art, I need to learn
Just to get rid of this pain
Cause God knows
How long will it take,
For everything to be better again.

You promised me once
To write me a poem
A special one
Just for me
The words you've said
Keep spinning in my head
The words you used to say
Trying to make me stay
You made me used to waiting
So I waited for a long time
New promises that you were creating
Then I realised this was just one of
The promises you used to make
And used to break.
That moment I decided
I had to write my own poetry.