shall i perish
ashes will i turn,
garishly
shunned to an urn.

death is a writing
clearly on the wall
letters that i wrote
keenly in the sprawls.

words breathed, penned
thus shall remain
in the end,
delicately in rein

leaving nothing behind
but a piece of my being,
openly disguised
as a permanent escape so freeing

Writing kept me sane.

What do I do now when there's nothing worth sharing—no writing left in me anymore?

There’s nothing more painful than holding unto something so valuable, only to be taken away from me in a blink of an eye.

one bullet to the head
two pills to ingest
three knife stabs to the heart
four steps to the railroad crossing
five cuts in the wrists
six






feet off the ground

Your feelings are like the flowers that you gave me. Fragrant and ethereal,

But wilts, but wilted.

And just like your love, it was only momentary.

You are the creamer to my tea and the sugar that sweetens the bitter parts of me.

I am sad and disappointed
On how my life turned out
I had big dreams
And I had those visions
But now it all turned into dusts
That pricked my eyes
And I am crying
For it hurt
To witness
My dreams
Shatter and break
Before me.