Why breathe when you know you will die,
When you're drowning, why do you attempt to breathe?
The water ,icy and cold like a spike to the chest,
As the water slowly fills your lungs ,burning .suffocating.
When you are bleeding out why do you put pressure on the wound,
Why do you push as you watch the crimson slip through the cracks of your palm?
The blood spilling out. Bleeding. Dying
So next time you ask me why i love when i cant be loved,
Ask yourself why are you breathing when you know you will die?

There are millions of stars,
Some grow frowns,pale & heavy
Shining so tough, they burn too bright,
Lose their glow, fade from sight.

But was it worth it? Who really cares?
Life just moves, nobody stares.
Like the song goes, “who cares if one light’s out?”
Billions still shining, no doubt.

Flicker, flicker — I’m worn out,
Tired of the noise, the endless shout.
Too fragile, can’t play that role,
This heavy world breaks the soul.

Like a star that slips away,
Gone by night, forgotten by day.
Yet the world spins, no delay,
Same old rhythm,come what may.

What if I’m scared of everything,
And cry beneath the moonlit sky?
Some nights, I wish I wasn’t here
I feel too fragile for this life.

What if I break, and no one sees?
What if I fade without a trace?
Would anyone reach out to me,
Or just forget I had a place?

I’ve grown to dread the face I wear,
The thoughts that echo deep inside.
What if I lose myself for good,
And no one’s there to hear my quiet cry?

This is the last thing, the final time,
No more words, no reason, no rhyme.
I won’t reach out, I won’t pretend,
This is my adieu, this is the refrain.
I’ll vanish far, where no one sees,
Where names are lost in distant breeze.
No one will call, no one will care,
And I won’t leave a shadow there.

Every memory
I’ll let it fade,
Like old songs that silence played.
I’ll forget it all, I’ll close that door,
I won’t come back, not anymore.
But the last song I once replayed,
The one I quietly screen-recorded and saved
That one stays, a soft goodbye,
A sound that holds what I can’t cry.

I won’t return, won’t turn around,
I’m searching now for quieter ground.
A place like Innisfree — still and wide,
Where I can breathe and safely hide.
So this is it
No need to try.
No second thoughts. Just one last sigh.
No one will notice, no one will see...
But maybe that's how it was meant to be.

Though tomorrow is there,
But I won't be there.
Nobody care.
World doesn't stop for any one of us.
People come and go.

The sky will still be blue,
While mine remains dark.

I won't be there.
It's just another candle burning
But now it's dim.

Though tomorrow is there,
I won't be there.

I know I cry a lot
But what to do?
Arcane things pop up.

I broke down
Till my eyes and
Heart ache.
This is how I made—
Instead of handling my mess,
I first cry.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.