I am broken.
I feel it.
I feel it
When my hands hold my head
As if my brain is about to explode.
I feel it
When tears drifting down my cheeks
And I do not know how to stop.
I feel it
When your accusation cuts my body
Like shards of broken glass.
I feel it
When I drive crazy
With laughter like the Joker.
I feel it
When my mind gets clear
Because I lost feeling at all.
I feel it
When I hope to take the Final Sleep
But I am too afraid to end it ever.
I am breaking to bend.
BINABASA MO ANG
Facets Faces
PoetryTrue art comes from your inner self. This collection of modern poetry contains truth, fiction, emotions, and all of the beauty we forget to notice around us. You will find older poems that you will probably know from my Poetry Collection but also pl...
