( a poem that mind really speaks so loud from the bottom of the brittle heart)
Sitting alone in a quiet room
Thinking out loud in a fume
There are no words left to speak
But mind has more and more to think.
Sometimes, we can't control what's really happening
We tend to go on running and running
When we're alone, we suddenly shed a tear
From the heart filled with fear.
We do such thing that always hurt us
Knowing that it makes us feel numb so fast
We love who doesn't love us
Even ignore who truly love us.
Such an ironic feeling
We tend to be in this situation, no healing
Tears just inevitable to flow
Hard for this to outgrow.
If only we let things happen as the way it should be
We may not feel so hurt, eventually we'll see
The things that are essential to us
Just open the mind, unmask.
