[poetry] a little piece from the heart

february friday

sad tunes were streaming
through my veins
I often used think I loved too much
and was thereby hated
seeking for surreal things
I often feel hollow and out of place

for goodness' sake
I've never realised
that overthinking is this worthless
even when I was just waking up
from my sleep
I felt so much care
even when I merely checked my phone
that night
I felt so much affection

turning final teen could be daunting
but then I realise
I should've counted my blessings more
rather than lamenting
my hardship and insecurities
the warm wishes
the lovely presents
the concerted efforts
they are more than enough