problematic arse

Slow as I mourn,
          Painstakingly slow
          No death as ironic as
          The end of my own life

If I ever run free, I'll part the sea. For you in every possibility, I will plea. 

I always wonder at the marvelous fully fueled anger inside of me. Then I remember on all of those unresolved traumas rooting too deep, anchoring, and obstructing the seed I try to nurture.

The promise we've made years ago was nothing but a lie

I always make such expensive mistakes. Like losing a good friend.

You have no right to be depressed, you haven't tried hard enough to like it. Haven't seen enough of this world yet, but it hurts

I try to be gentle to myself though it only adds more loneliness

Let me rest my head upon your arms, the world is unbearable and I need you by my side

Slicing your heart to see what's inside

All this time, I wouldn't let myself feeling hurt. Although it means that I turn on a ticking bomb for me in the future. What's more to repress every feeling caught in between unless to feel.