FAKERS

Seek the help you need if you know where to seek it. Yet the wrong place is where your destination is. My heart is like a puzzled bloody pieces. My tears are the sea of despair itself. Vulnerable by the presence of someone I can't have. Standing using only wounded legs. body full with bruises of my past and present. Tell me that you need me so that I know I have someone to hold on to. Story of my life, searching for my true self. Stopped by my sins. Left by my soul. Chained by my thoughts. Killed by something that I can't never have. I wanted to take you know. Yet I know where do I stand. A perks will always be one. I became stoic. I sometimes cry in my shower, in my sleep in my heart and in my mind. Those tears drown me into the world that I could've never imagined.