You know that time where you just have to let go?
Well I cant lose him...

It wasnt just a voice.
It wasnt just a hand...

Over time,
these picutes will fade...

I believe in darkness,
as the lack of light...

I wonder who she is,
that girl you think about...

My tears tell me I'm falling apart from this...
and I only take those sobs as my weakness...

I'm not a writer.
You can see words scribbled on this paper...

I deserve my place,
at this state...

Even though it hurts to write,
i still pick up my pen...

What is a human,
without an identity...

Are you really living,
when all you think is death...

I sigh,
maybe a poem to clear my head...