11-27-23
Heart that shuttered.
Like crystal glasses that have been teared.
Through the darkness I feel,
The emptiness and loneliness inside that been built.
Everytime their words flow,
The emptiness inside me had been grow.
Each day of life,
I am like a clown, pretending to be happy to hold on tight in life.
A cold whisper of air,
Wanted me to hear its whisper.
Saying, "You can do it! Just believe in your self."
But how can I?
Like a sharp scissor that used to cut,
Words can be hurtful and can cut that will spill the blood.
So be careful with your words,
'Cause it might hurt me more.
