Why wasn't I good enough?
I'll probably never be...
If you make room for me,
I'll live...
But my wound is stubborn
And it doesn't want to be healed...
This Valentines-
my heart...
Do you even know what it feels like
To be surrounded by people...
Upon my arm I wear my heart
Its tears run red, my grief runs fast...
....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...
People change
They switch lanes...
Perhaps a paradox,
but I have seen roses grew on the ice...
Such a gloomy place
Rubbles are scattered everywhere...
The Color of Goodbye
I do not know the paints to use...
demons encroach upon my mind
a stomping ground for reapers of darkness...