Bees in my stomach,
I despise the way they work,
But it's for the best,
I think I've passed the test,
And now, I continue to walk the Earth...
Rest my mind, my body, my soul,
Let it be cold, cos things will unfold,
Do as the Laws of Nature has taught me,
Caress me, hold me softly...
You see,I am my own tunnel,
My heart is my light, for when I need self- revival,
I know I'm liable,
I know I'm free,
I know I've been broken,
But I've preserved my sanity...
Eventually...
That's just a temporary word,
I'm shaken and stirred,
Cos I've seen and heard so many things,
Things that most people would ignore,
I feel pity for them as they remain behind closed doors,
We've all got our flaws,
And theirs is not mine to speak of,  
As I cough, I exhale all the negative energy,
I don't need that inside me,
But bad cannot be bad without good,
And good cannot be good without bad,
I try not to be mad at the world within me.
So, as I lay here pondering in my bed,
I'm at harmony with all the things I have said,
My only regrets are when I get lost from the here and now,
This is how I'm gonna keep on breathing,
And in the mean time,
My wounds and scars feel relieving,
Perceiving the world almost like Lord Buddha would

If I were to be cured,
I can only wonder if my personality would be
cured as well.

I disgust myself,
To think that all I am
Is this disease
That could someday evaporate
Like my happiness has for the past four years.

And I wonder,
Would I know happiness to find it?
Would I know the words to say,
In place of my melodic melancholy.

I don’t know.
I simply won’t know
For a very
long.

As I wait, to be cured,
Of a disease that swallows life like air,
Perhaps when they find the cure,
I will be dead already.

I told bae he had the flu
he denied it saying he's fine
now it's my birthday and I'm alone
so bae got sick just in time

bae is sick and falling asleep
he will not text back at all
I guess it's my fault
that he just won't answer my call

bae has the flu and doesn't feel good
I'm sitting at home alone too
I wish I could die cause he isn't here
the bae whose asleep and with the flu

i try to cover it up
drugs, clothes, anything really
but they still say
you look like **** today
i shrug it off, hoping it's just the illness
or maybe they're using it as an excuse
i wouldn't be surprised or care for that matter
for my illness will be gone soon, along with me

MAY YOU BE BLINDED NOT BY LOVE BUT BY MY HATRED THAT YOU WILL NEVER GET TO SEE THE DAYLIGHT OR ANY GIRL'S SMILE

MAY YOU LOSE YOUR SENSE OF TOUCH THAT YOU WOULD NEVER GET TO ROAM YOUR HANDS OVER ANY OF THEIR SKIN

MAY YOU TURN DEAF AND NEVER HEAR THEIR SWEET VOICES LURING YOU INTO THEIR TRAPS

MAY YOU LOSE YOUR NOSE AND NEVER SMELL HER VANILLA SCENTED SKIN AND THAT THEY WILL ALL DESPISE YOU FOR LOOKING LIKE VOLDEMORT

MAY YOU NEVER LIVE A NORMAL LIFE AND CURSE YOU, AND YOUR LOVE LIFE

MAY YOUR WILL BE ILL WITH MY SCORN FOREVER AND EVER

I may have a nose
Succumbed to the stress of suction
But I can still smell a rat

I may have a mind
Fogged by the forest of forgetfulness,
But I can still remember to be forceful

I may have ears
Ringing with the rigour of revenge
But I can still hear your repentance

Illness is in the body
My mind is unaffected
Let's talk
And tell only truths.

"I don't feel well"

"You always say you don't feel well"

*It's cause so many things make me sick in this world...