Hot tears running down my face
decorating my pillows
No one heard
no one cared
And I never shared.
My hoarse voice blamed on a flu
When someone asks after the sky turns blue
My fluffy eyes told to be from oversleep
No one confirms; from my mouth truth won't slip
My headache, no one needed to know
The pounding will stop after a minute or few
Just one ibu and I'll be fine as new
Tears being ornaments I wear at night
Long sleeved shirts so that my wrist won't be in sight
Coz maybe that day I won't control those creepy thoughts
And i would fail to save myself from what the demon quotes

Dark colors embellish my soul
Oh, how those nights are the hardest of all.

Black heart beautify my soul
Oh, how that night was the hardest of all

#writer_spite