The clock keeps ticking,
As my heart keeps beating,
Sometimes i felt like stopping everything.
Giving up on every sweats,
I've been through.
'It's not that hard.'
Just a knife or maybe a shattered glass like my heart
One slide and you're free to go
Why can't i just bid a simple goodbye,
And begone even for awhile?
Leaving the world and disappear like a petal of flower,
Blown away by the wind's power,
Fog on the window,
Steam from the hot cappuccino,
Or shadow that seems shallow?
Why am i not appreciated?
Why is it hard for you to accept my flaw?
You would always look at people with awe,
Leaving me behind like a fool
Not knowing what to do
In the end.
It's just me, myself and i.
I wish you would understand
The perk of being abandoned
Who are supposed to be loving and supporting you
The so called
Was indeed none other than
The source of hate
Force, demanding,scars and pain
I was once told
'Words can make you wish you were never born'
Words are the cause of joy, laughter and pain.
But is it just me?
Who collects my own shattered heart
Placing it in a jar
That I've been hiding it far
Because of painful words,
That turned a prince into a beast
I would have been happy
Is all i need.
I'm proud of myself cuz im still breathing despite what I've been through