Everyone is busy
With their own life
Too busy to notice
What’s happening around them
I try to hold it all in
I smile with a bleeding heart
I don’t wanna be the reason
They stop their business.
But the truth is
I’m breaking apart
I’m losing the will to live
The desire to fulfil all my dreams
Is vanishing into thin air
I cannot keep on
Chasing my destiny
My body is also failing me
Who do I turn to for help?
Who will better understand me?
Only my pen can comfort me.