Slept at mornings
Woke up at noons
I'm trying my best
To cover up my wounds

My bruises grew big
Ran out of bandages
Let the pain subside
As I rot inside

Wouldn't blame them for not knowing
I had, and did nothing
There's no cure
All I have to do—
Is suffer the rest days
And endure

Lonely how the mind forgets
The happy memories
And how it left
The rage, vivid

Just a ghost that whispers
Were all the past happiness
Fading away
But I...