I sit in my silent room,
struggling to release my emotions,
to clean up my pain with a broom,
and slowly my fingers came to motion,

i'm still having troubles writing,
and it hurts oh so ever more,
when my sorrows are internally bleeding,
why can't i write it out anymore?!

tears silently carve a stream on my cheeks,
as troubles start to stack up again,
someone save me i am small and i am meek,
my sanity no more can i sustain,

writing is my only form of sacntuary,
it is my world of perfect simplicity,
a place i escape from the harsh reality
in that world i achieve...True Immortality...

Kai-Teoh. Teoh Jun-Kai

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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.