Slow and Painful
my eyes are weary and riddled with tears.
as they’re threatening to spill, i look up to the partly cloudy sky.
remembering every bits of life.
every single hopes and dreams— all the broken and unfulfilled ones.
i wonder whether i'm still allowed to believe.
everyday i remind myself. to keep fighting.
yet, it's been years and nothing hardly ever changes.
all i see are just terrible things. a constant battle between keeping quite, or simply asking for help.
the pain becomes worse everyday. and scarier. and heavier.
i thought i could imagine how much this would hurt, but i was wrong.
if there's any consolations, it's that i become familiar with this lonely feeling.
i neither ask for, nor deserve what is done to me. or maybe i just need to pay my dues.
Slow and Painful
my eyes are weary and riddled with tears.
as they’re threatening to spill, i look up to the partly cloudy sky.
remembering every bits of life.
every single hopes and dreams— all the broken and unfulfilled ones.
i wonder whether i'm still allowed to believe.
everyday i remind myself. to keep fighting.
yet, it's been years and nothing hardly ever changes.
all i see are just terrible things. a constant battle between keeping quite, or simply asking for help.
the pain becomes worse everyday. and scarier. and heavier.
i thought i could imagine how much this would hurt, but i was wrong.
if there's any consolations, it's that i become familiar with this lonely feeling.
i neither ask for, nor deserve what is done to me. or maybe i just need to pay my dues.
