• Dear Self,
    Have i been smiling
    without thinking?
    I'm scared and unprepared
    of this raw world
    that is being hurled
    straight into my heart
    which is ripping apart
    has it been a childish dream?
    the thought makes me want to scream
    Inside is no one home?
    inside my heart is fragile, not made of stone
    Please someone save me
    I am blind, i cannot see
    i don't know my own self
    all my dreams packed on a dusty self
    no more riddles
    no more rhymes
    i just want to cry