Lost in my imagination,
hoping for an innovation,
perhaps the conversation was early spoken.
Anger has become my strength,
Joy my weakness.
I can no longer see light at the end of the tunnel,
Faith is shaken
only the escalation of my broken life can give me comfort.
perhaps my dreams were like a guitar
with broken strings,
trying so hard to be the best
nevertheless, was always the worst.
life has Reached a turning point where there's no return.
Those ruthless words echoing in my tiny brain.
Wrecking my only hope of living again.
I am hiding behind a fake smile and laughter.
trying not to cry,
but a silent tear drops out of my eye.
I cannot run away from what will always be my reflection.
Looking back from where I started,
can only see a blank space.
Trying to escape depression
But always returning to the same imperfection
I am trying to rectify.
sorrow
pain
fear.
K