Poems and stuff

...but i really do

in the end, i will not care

what happens to this love

in the end, i do not care

whether writing cures or not

because every single thing i do has its own effect. sometimes i want to run away but there are defects in this plan and yes, i cannot stand the way i think of you.

'cause in the end, i still dont know if you think about me too. and i can still run away but there are things to stay for. like a sister's laugh and my guitar pick she payed for.

a brother's lonely nights and haunting days only will get worse. so its okay if i stay, i will be the first

to conquer days in which i want to jump out of my room and seal the fate i have in life instead inside a tomb.

i have so much to strive for and yet so little time

and how will i be able to run away if i cant call you mine,

when i dont care...