Almost died by the sound of the night.
The silence like a knife,
stabbing me from the inside.

The substance like oxygen,
I breathed in the pain.
Wondered why I did this.
Wondered why I won't speak up.

It sickens me that I am such a scarred soul.
I beg for happiness.
But what's given is sorrow.

My heart is wild,
It's trapped in a cage,
It could easily break,
I should let it escape.

But if I do,
It has no where to go or stay.
People will scream,
Once it's in sight anyway.

No matter what,
My heart will not be happy.
Outside or not,
Still it's so weak.

My heart shouts for my mind to think.
Like a glass that fell,
My heart is shattered.
A book with skipped unwritten pages.
My mind is incomplete,
And confused of what story that's hidden within.

Aimless,
Confused,
Soon to be breathless,
I am hardly amused.