Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art

The moon is a question mark,
A door of the night
And I am none of its answers
But I enjoy the conversation

why do I feel alone amidst the crowd?
when someone is talking to me
I zone out?
sometimes I cry for no reason at all
sometimes I smile after I fall
why is it all?

why do I end up hurting
everyone I love?
why do I spend my mornings
looking at sky up above?
why do I wish to fly
when I can't even crawl?
why is it all?

why do my relationships don't workout?
why do I weep without a sound?
I am not hurt yet I feel hurt
why do I always stress on ifs and buts?
why am I eager to hang up every call?
why is it all?

why was I born different than others?
why do I always hurt my mother?
why I feel so alone?
even when no one's gone
why do I wish I was never born?

© Ali Ashraf