Broken.....................

My heart is heavy......
My eyes are worn out.......
I can't even look at the morning sun
I can't open up my eyes

Those are hurting............
The wounds of my heart are paining
Which cannot be cured by anything
I wouldn't say I like to look at those faces

But we can't do that.......
If I can have the power to live on my own
I will go far away from everyone ...........

Maybe it's a desert-like my heart
Maybe it's a tropical rainforest like my soul
Maybe it's a mountain peak like my mind
Maybe it's heaven that I'll always love to be.............

That's got a pen & a pad & write as long as The pain in my heart
swirling around my whole body
this paper isn't enough to write about my hollow pain........
There's only one forte I can do .....................
I cured it by my own self...............................