Scattered

“Some days, I’m purely broken,

Scattered into several pieces,

Clustered into the land of the demons,

I feel everything is nothing, but a lie and the mess,

I find people around me,

But none seems to be the one I like,

I hear each and every words they say,

And even if it is the kindest of all,

I don’t know why it hurts like a bullet shot to my chest,

I feel, I have thousands of words to say,

I can feel my words being spelled,

But that’s all in my head,

In real, altercation is the only action that can take place,

So, I decide to keep it in rest,

Let me act like a soulless body at least for a day!”

2017.Sep.11