I told you I'm OK
I'm fine like yesterday...

Well,I'm not the one who wrote this poem..It's my...
I really love it & I think its So true...

I believe it's some kind of curse
I've been born with it...

My quite crying echoed down the dark room
With no voice I whispered " would it end so...

As night sky falls
she rains it down.. drowning her pillow with...

When I close my eyes every night
I try to collect the pieces of the broken picture...

Now I know
that I keep on being tested...

Feelings retention
Bursts in dreams...

Wake up..
Open your jaded eyelids, how many hours did u cry...