I cannot help but to feel so lost
so worthless...

These hands are unworthy,
to grasp such graceful words...

Many desires fill my heart that'll never come...
but I still believe in them...

He is sitting right infront of me.
My words are trapped inside my mouth...

You going to insult me?
You gonna insult my poem...

How can my heart be beating,
when I feel so happy...

I feel those around me wandering away,
and the pain in sorrows building with days...

I fall down,
the tender ground...

I must admit,
from the bottom of my heart...

She walks from a tower,
down to the woods...

He doesn't understand,
How i'm lacking sleep and that I am becoming weak...

You get asked where you got those scars,
You reply that they make up who you are...