i hide myself in flowery words
artistically weaved by great writers.
i drown myself in melancholic music
to remind myself that it's okay to be sick.
i'm trapped in my own web of thoughts
i don't know when, where and how i got lost.
i'm feeling more and more of nothing
but why do i notice everything?
i am not weeping but barely hanging
do i still need to keep on struggling?
i told myself countless of times
this too shall pass
i know the fault was mine
might this day be the last.
i too shall pass
for a new I, will be born at last
let these emotions be crushed
to new I, i give you my hope and trust.
