Sunday, March 19

Poem: Blackhole

As I stare emptily
to the ceiling above me
as my feeling won't set free
and stay still I'll be

Why does this black hole come again
Bring all together the pain
as I cried in the rain
just to keep myself sane

I can't possibly be crazy
when I have never be
But why won't this feelings let me go
They stuck to me like piece of Lego

On depressed days - I write things like this to remind my manic phase that it will come again to me, slowly like a creepy stalker. It will never go, but I shall thrive and survive again from this "black hole".

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