she doesn't want to admit how bad it gets at the peaks of her loneliest days,
alone at night, no one to look up to,
and with no one to hold on to,
because she thinks it'll go away,
she believes the words that scream "it's just a phase"
from a mouth that hasn't gone through it..
It's not a ******* phase, she wants to think
but what does she do, with her arms on her chest, eyes locked to the ceiling?
she keeps her eyes open,
hoping that her mind will empty out itself
though she knows it won't happen
because she's an insomniac.

go away
my atramentous eyes doesn't want you to stay
because with all the words you say
you **** my heart
and tear it apart

Don't tell me it was for my own good ,
if you're the one who benefiting from this mess .

To bear the pain of the remnants of us is to move on,
take a step forward
and forget about the unforgettable.
Because as it goes:
"Nothing's impossible.",
the unforgettable becomes forgettable.

My mother said that every sad phase a person goes through, it will end

but she was wrong;

i have entered this phase and every time i close my eyes
i see a black space with no doors or windows


so tell me what this is