It is heavy but you can't see it
It is there but you can't touch it
Is it you or is it the rest of the world
You can't feel anything anymore
When you lay down on your bed
Staring the wall
Nothing much in your head
And your eyes start to burst
Tears rolling on your cheek
For how long you need to be there
Stare the wall
listen to the crickets call
For how long you can keep the belief
That you will walk out
Find your way
When everything are so heavy but you can't see it
You can't tear it down or throw it far away
Because you can't touch it
but it is there.
YOU ARE READING
Diari depresi
PoetryIt is about my Illnes. I write because I can't "speak". Kadang-kadang kita hanya perlu seseorang yang tanya 'Are you okey?' Atau 'Anything to share?' tapi bila tiada maka kau sendiri tanya dan cerita. Sebab untuk tanggung semuanya dan terus simpan i...
