It is a tragedy that you become intoxicated
and still believe it's not your fault...
So may things can be so hard to believe,
even though they are clear to see...
I know you don't think of me too often,
or if its even us you think about at all...
You are my brother by blood,
whether I like it or not...
Dear Anxiety,
when will you stop stalking me...
My life is like a song that no one knows,
but they try to guess the lyrics anyway...
When I was born,
I think my heart forgot...
The tombs line up,
bodies consumed by pain that they could never...
Utter terror tore through her body like a steam...
when she woke up and opened her eyes...
A once cheerful petal was found
shrivelled up and dead...
Sometimes pain can be so overwhelming
that it takes you hostage...
There are endless possibilities on what you can...
when you stop fighting temptations...