I might succeed,
I might not,
But I would feel better, if I tied a knot.
to feel pain, to feel fear,
I just want something to make my thoughts disappear.

scars and bruises line my entity,
not inflicted by me, but those around me,
it serves the purpose to remind me,
I'm worthless, and another nobody.

I love my best friends with all my heart,
It just hurts when I say I have to part.
I love my grandmother, unlike any other,
I feel so sad and torn,
I was never able to give her a taste of life,
she should’ve been born on.

Pills, why not,
but maybe I shouldn't rest where my cousins can see my broken heart.
i love them so much.
I just wish they never witnessed this side of me,
just like ashes, torn apart.

Di mo ba napapansin?
Anak mo, sagad na din.
Pasensya, di kinaya,
Inis ka na rin pala.

Sinong gustong malungkot?
Laging nakabaluktot?
Isa lang aking dingin,
Maglaho, kagaya ng hangin.

Saya sa anak ng iba,
Sa akin din, pwede ba?
Magaling, masayahin,
Pag-iisip, normal din.

Kung sumama sa hangin,
Ako sana’y malimot din.
Maging masaya ka sana,
Sa iyong bagong hardin.

Imagine me there,
Making you breakfast,
In a loving stare.

Strawberries adorned in red,
Sweet and beautifully created,
You haunt me, even in my sleep..

One of a kind,
Understanding and nice.
-Come back again, I miss you.

Now, you've made friends,
an owl and a humming bird,
kept you company,
in the dark sea of night.

In broken branches, they perched,
Broken wings, they nursed.
Made a home,
put up a bright night light.

"It's better this way. Is it not?"
Humming bird tweets,
They also sang a song, followed by the owl,
and your breath of relief.

The owl thinks,
"How fun would it be to make new memories?"
the owl danced with glee,
Taking away pain, and replacing it with  sincerity.

In the dark sea of night, they sang and danced.
in the dark sea of night, they reached the sky.
In the dark sea of night, they painted stars.
in the bright sea of night, they said, "i love you guys. goodnight ♡."

Island of grief,
O island of grief
you bear the burden,
underneath a tree of relief .

was it hard to bloom in a desolated retreat?
memories.. memories buried beneath.
did you try to forget them,
before they could speak?

you bloomed. that's enough.
you made it past the pit stop.
remember it not, that's alright,
but they hold your present,
roots, hated and hurtfully solidified.