The Scars

At one point...everyone wished they could turn back time,
They wished they could erase their mistakes and crimes,
"If only I did this..." they said while being blanketed by suffer,
It's only natural that humans just want happiness and laughter.

At the same time...everyone knows it is impossible to do so,
So they either just sit there & mesmerize or just let it go,
"What did I do to deserve this?" they said while gritting their teeth,
With their fists clenched so hard until their palms could bleed.

At the point of losing control...every kind of sadness comes in,
Their minds automatically replayed things they wished to forget,
"Why God? Why?..." cried the voice from the inside within,
In the end only more & more depression they beget.

But nonetheless we move on with hardships coming in our way,
Every night we go to bed hoping tomorrow will be a better day,
And the moment you wake up with no more sorrow to fay,
Then you have just experienced the weight of the world on your shoulders...

...taken away

my whi†e room

Have you ever wondered how it feels like to be
in a whi†e room with no other colours to see?
Well I have so let me tell you a short story,
About how I found this place in my journey.

It was about two years ago then,
Out of boredom I created a room,
Forgotten reasons I named it my whi†e room,
A place for my sanity so it can continue to bloom,
No wonder my sounds of silence have not end.

I never thought that I will go back to this place again,
Because it looks like that it has nothing much to gain,
But I decided that I won't let it crumble by the colourless rain.

I started to explore my whi†e room in June,
Whenever I walk in I always hear a tune,
Sometimes I feel like walking in an incomplete dune,
Like how you solitude yourself under the blue lune.

A whi†e room can make you think many things,
Most of it are the negativity you're consuming,
The more you consume it will stay beneath your skin,
And the more you consume it there will be no ending.

But it doesn't have to be that way,
It can let your mind see sweeet things too,
Like how all the good times you see in replay,
Especially when you're with someone like your boo.

So anyway what I am trying to say is,
A whi†e room can be ugly if your life's amiss,
But it can be beautiful too if your life's in bliss.