The depth of my pain

Is deeper than the Mariana trench

What you see is not always true

Leaves see me as a green apple

But I’m a red apple with a worm

That drills me to bleed more than the bleeding pen

In the butterfly park

Thy loved ones be on a merry go round

Reaching different stages of life in the blink of my red eyes

Thy I be lonely on my swing

Trying to reach new heights

On my attempt life brings me to my knees

And a black thorn pickles me

Bringing the evil eye as a scar

To taunt me till the end of time

As the clock ticks anticlockwise

The evil eye evokes the dark ghost

To shadow my every move

Thy Luna in a white rocket acts as a ghostbuster

and rescues my soul from detention

Today as I put a stop sign to being the sleeping beauty

Looking at myself in one piece

Of the shattered mirror

Lying in the lifeless wall

I say to myself

Time is the healer of all

My past doesn’t determine my future

Because everyday is a new day to do what I couldn’t do yesterday