When everything
you have held onto all these years,
comes out in the form of tears;
There is nothing you can control
But the cigarette that you roll.
Friends who promised
Lovers who kissed...
You look for company
But don't find any.
One glance at alcohol,
you don't want to open the same hole
now buried deep;
There, nothing else you can keep.
No one quite bothers,
Not even your brothers
why your pillow is always wet;
You certainly don't own a fish net.
Mama complains your room is always shut
"Come out and let's share these nuts."
"Leave me alone", you mourn.
"That child is possessed." they frown.
Is to be loved something asked too much?
Is a hug too much for a touch?
Nothing makes sense
Or have I lost my sense?
Why am I always angry?
Maybe coz I'm hungry;
Yet not hungry for food,
I'd say, if I may.
Aren't we all broken
One way or the other, shaken?
Is it the past
Or everything moving too fast?
People change, I remind myself
If there's anything that doesn't,
it's your bookshelf
and a pathetic self.
Who is that in the mirror?
It certainly ain't the me, I remember.
Hold on, you hear a voice,
For how long, you whisper to the void.
