"Are you happy?"
"Yes, I am"
Liar.
Your lips was smiling but your eyes, isn't.
You act you're okay, but inside your dying.
You wake up each day thinking how to end it.
Praying for a life, but wasting.
"Are you okay?"
"I should be"
Yeah, you should.
Nothing is going your way but you are holding
Pressure is on. Work's a shit. Learning is forced.
Do you have a choice?
No.
"Are you tired?"
"N---YES. Tired, sick, awful. Every bits of me, screaming to let go, be free, not care. Run."
"Can you?"
"YE---NO."
"Why?"
You wanna answer the question with the real thoughts you have so bad but can't.
Not when they are sealing your lips. Hands tied.
Feet are free. But useless.
And they're there.
Blocking the way.
No light to spare.
Darkness.
Only darkness and suffering.
BINABASA MO ANG
Untold Secrets
Poetry**** This is random thoughts through poems. About Life, family, hardship, studies, relationship and other things that I might think. So yeah, feel free to read. :)
