My heart was full of happiness before my mistake.

Happy like a flea on silly garfield.

The smile that i was wearing couldn’t have been more real.

But happiness is like a mouse that tries to get away.

So i catched this mouse by the tail every day.

But one day, while i was catching happiness by Its tail.

The tail broke and the mouse ran away.

Even if i beg for It to stay.

After this mistake my...

I have a unhealty obsession for cats.

THEY ARE SOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!!...

Every year, I see cute butterflies at my window.

Every year, I have hopes that I might catch some. But every time I try to grab one….

The butterfly dies.

Dies in my hands.

But this year was special. I only saw one butterfly at my window. A really pretty butterfly with purple wings.

I didn’t want to grab it because it might get hurt. But the butterfly flied closer.

So I grabbed it.

The purp...

I pet the cat but the cat bite me.

I hug the cat but the cat scratches me.

But when i give the cat a treat the cat love me.

I think It’s funny because, it’s make me think of you and me....

Where is love? I can’t seem to find it. Besides, what is love anyway?

Is it an object?

Food?

Drink?

Maybe an animal ?

Peoples it’s a "romantic feeling". It’s not true because why can’t i feel it?

I guess I will find out one day but for now..

I would rather nap....

The cold breeze brushes my neck. I look around me to find nothing but pure silence.

A sweet and peaceful silence that surrounds

me with his soft and warm arms.

I don’t need words to make me happy. The sound of silence is enough for me. He wipes my tears and erased my fear. He gently kiss my forehead and whisper

"Goodnight"....

Sometime my friend sadness takes up too much place in my room.

Sometime she won’t let my other friend happiness enter.

Sometime I do miss my friend happiness but sadness don’t like her.

Sometime I want my friend sadness to go away but she is too heavy so I can’t push her out of my room.

Sorry but now I have to go, I have a friend waiting for me in my room....

Words keep slipping through my fingers.

I try to catch them but they keep going faster. They are spinning and spinning in my hand. How will I write this poem if I still can’t catch them?

Fear and anguish are still haunting me to this day. I write my pain in this poem. But here I am today. Sitting on a chair with a pen.

Writing this poem....

I am a weight.

A very heavy weight.

I’m always on your ankle.

Stopping you to grow.

I must let you go.

I must stop being.

I must disappear....

(Warning: self harm)

I have a favor for you.

A favor that no one can do.

No one except you.

The feeling of being trapped is too much to handle.

When no one answer my call…

Could you make the pain go away?

Can you do this for me?

Dead shiny knife?...