Notes from a Rose from the Garden of Hell

watching the sky

Watching the sunset

While it kills me, my mindset

That I should be dead

And for me there is no happy end

But every time I survive

How? I don't know, ask my mind

How? That's a great question

I may be just start a conversation

About my mental health's state

But it's not so easy as counting to eight

Sadly or not I have no face

Now there is just an erased place

Watching the sky being full of stars

I never had to cause physical scars

They are only under my skin, on my heart

At least there's always inspiration to my art

And my feelings are blue and black

Can I go forward or still look back?

At our greatest and worst memories

When they said we just have reveries

Always surviving, never stop crying

Being full with food, but still starving

Having hunger for love and honesty

However, I may never get them honestly

Watching quietly as the sun is just rising

One of my biggest dream is to try out flying

Starting just as little bird, then flying like a phoenix

I would wish if my existence has a bigger meaning

The times of the day are vary

Sometimes I'm happy too, rarely

But the sun shines shine my day as well

Fortunately, they make my world less like hell

These little things make me joyful

As the rain is dripping. How peaceful!

It can make me more alive than the school

When I am there I feel myself more like a fool