I heard about you
not from your enemies
but your heavy heart.
I heard you fell off,
got lost too-
trying to find you.

I heard about you
not from your family
but your blurry eyes.
I heard you hit the rock bottom,
drowned in an endless sea-
trying to figure your worth.

I heard about you
not from the society
but from the stars above.
Told me to shuffle your pain
like songs in your playlist-
that will keep you safe and sound.

© Limatoshi Longkumer