Thoughts to Poetry

Again.

and now.
here I am again.

another poem to write.
another day to fight.
another tears to flow.
another scars to show.

here I am again.
on a daylight but not giving LIGHT.
another morning but not a new morning.

here I am again.
telling the truth but not accepted as true.
telling I'm dying but actually, I'm not living.
telling I need someone but I know I don't have one.
telling you to confront me cuz I'm dying inside.

here I am again.
these past days someone and some people try to talk to me.
and I said I'm GOOD, I'm FINE, and I'm not DYING.
and somehow they believe it.

but there's someone who knew what I truly feel.
a someone who I want to be with.
a someone who visit my house and asked if I'm fine.

and of course I tell her I'm GOOD, I'm FINE, and I'm not DYING.
and she said ok then leave.
I know what she wanted to tell.
I know why she came to see me.
I know why she asks me if I'm fine.
cuz she knows why I needed someone.

and now.
here I am again.

on the same page of my book.

on the same weather of my world.

on the same situation on my mind.

on the same thoughts that I think.

Sincerely yours,
-ColdWeeknd