I'm very silent about my sadness
crying at the corners
quietly screaming against my emptiness
afraid to hurt the others
but there, grasping at the wall
I see a girl who wants to fall
her wish is to go away
but also to be remembered one day
not as the girl who fell,
but as the girl who had stories to tell
her brain is a web of memories
lost in her own reveries
so many worlds created in the past
forged with joy that could never last
for reality is a venomous spider
killing writers with a reminder:
art is not enough, work will destroy you
dreams can never be achieved, you'll be forever blue
