Life is like a basketball game.
Either you win or lose...
Where do broken hearts go?
They go to hospital...
There are only
so many pieces...
The only thing I hated about school,
With all my blood...
When I was 10 years old in Primary 5,
The English teacher turned my torn shorts into her...
The sadness in her heart never matched the smile...
the smile on her face never showed the pain in her...
As my feet hit the ground,
it’s hard to tell how long I’ve been running...
To gaze into the mind of a silhouette,
comforting her soul as arms drape...
Jojo, you want me gone,
But where will I go...
It's when you wake but still feel sad
There's no escape when life is bad...
Pain is like rain!
When it falls again...
Barely a piece of matter
Practically invisible...