Ask me what I've been up to
Ask me how I'm doing
I've been trying to write all day and night
And none of my shit is improving
This isn't just a writer's block
This shit feels more lethal
I'm hurting my brain it's going insane
It might do something illegal
Now don't you all come swarming me
I ain't going nowhere
I won't cut my wrists I'm better than this
But I might be cutting my hair
My words remind me of complex numbers
In a math equation
And no calculator can make this better
I guess I was born the wrong Asian
My job and life are stressing me out
I need some inspiration
My love is fragile like a sand castle
Or my undivided attention
The only reason I wrote this piece
Was to say farewell
Farewell to the scars that I turned into stars
When the ones in the night all fell
I want to be remembered
As the kid who tried
To take all his suffering and turn it into something
But ended up buried alive
Maybe I'll come back one day
When everything turns blue
But in reality I don't see it in me
To come up with something new
So this is my farewell to writing
And everything it's done
I hope you stay safe in your very own space
And remember all of the fun
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoesieTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.