My wrists stopped bleeding. For awhile, I felt relief. Too bad, I'm not dead.
No one knows I'm weak. I keep smiling through the pain. Damaging my heart.
Understand my mood. People must think I am weird. I'm hidden beneath.
Sunny days are long gone. Waking up at night seems hard, Body clock is fucked.
You look at my stuff. You're invading my profile. You are a stalker.
Carnations are red. Blushes on your puffy cheeks. Charming is your game.
Motivation lost. It just flew away outside. It is for the best.
Pray for the people. Pray for the countries at war. Pray for the nation. Note: Please pray for the whole world, my place is experiencing war and many innocents are dead and families are torn apart. I know it sounds a bit desperate but it's making me more depress just thinking about it. I just… Continue reading Day 28 of my 100 days of Haiku: In Times of War
Completing your day, With a smile over your face, Thinking how to live.
Do I keep going? I already half past that. This challenge goes on.