*also pretty obvious. and i still think it sucks.*

You walk around with a smile,
Everytime anytime i can hear your laughter,
You seem as carefree as a child,
But what's behind the scene ain't clear,

I'm standing at your heart's door,
But i've only got two things to offer,
My heart and honesty and nothing more,
and it doesnt matter what answer you give dear,

You hide your confusion behind a solid wall,
You throw your feelings into the cold night,
But know that i'll be there if you ever call,
I'll mend your heart and make everything alright. *i think it's obvious who this is dedicated to. this poem sucks. lol.*

You say that you're alright,
And at that time i know you are,
But when you're alone late at night.
Can you honestly tell me i left no scar?

I'm sorry i can't give you my heart,
I'm sorry i can't guarantee my presence,
I'm sorry this thing between us can't start,
And yeah i know how the tears burn,

There's nothing good about a goodbye,
Even though we're falling apart,
I don't ever want to make you cry,
I'm really sorry i can't give you my heart. Devil

Hold my breath and count to four,
bloody hell i don't wanna feel no more,
the more you feel the more you hurt,
slit my wrist and take my blood,

end my pain please let me go,
i feel so numb i feel so cold,
so many things aint what it seem,
i sleep with nightmare no more dreams,

i feel so lonely i feel so torn,
somehow i wish i've never been born,
i'm but a mistake an accident,
douse me in kerosene and lemme burn,

let me give up let this end,
some scars can never mend,
my face is layered with dry tears,
things aint what it appears.

*feeling pessimistic. and pissed. and everything else. humming Devil in a Midnight Mass while writing this.*

Kai-Teoh. Teoh Jun-Kai

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