Letter

Dear past lover,

We loved each other too much that we drained our souls.

We took too much of our time spent together that we don't know how to live alone.

We faced the world, but it eventually broke our bones.

I am sorry and so are you.

But is being sorry enough to live through this agony? I don't know.

I am writing this letter with my blood and tears on these stones.

Hoping they'd cherish my memories of you, us and my words they'd intone.

For everyone and everything to hear that our love is no more.

Cause I know, I am too damaged for anyone to hear my aching moans.

Dear past lover,

I wish you had grown. 

Insanity

On the edge of insanity

Drenched in peace, quiet and tranquility

I feel closer to my humanity

When I am further apart of my sanity

I stood there quietly 

Wondering where went my audacity 

For I have lost myself to the society 

And lost faith in their mentality

My emotions to them are nothing but a triviality

They broke me till I no longer existed in reality 

Their nonsense consumed my individuality 

But I still got my spirituality 

So I let go of my old personality

And fell of the edge, to insanity 

Afraid

I am afraid of exploring my mind

I am afraid of what I may find

I am afraid of it making me go blind

I am afraid that my chain of thoughts would collide 

I am afraid of the depths within my pride

I am afraid that my identity would crash inside

I am afraid of the void it would leave behind

 I am afraid of a great fear, undefined