You're a person full of story,
Story of your life,
Story of your experiences,
Story of your heartbreak,
Story of your lost,
You want to get it all out from your chest,
It's either be a loud voice full of rage,
Or a strain voice followed with tears,
But here I am decided to not using voice at all,
To express my story in such a questionable way,
I know I don't even the attention of facing my rage,
Facing my tears,
Because I know I'm nothing in everyone eyes,
Nothing much than a person spilling what's in her heart.
I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye?
I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say...
Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true.
I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?