𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭

it's ok if i disappoint myself
it happened a thousand times
and i'll face it a hundred times
but when it comes to people i love
every time i give them needle
my heart can barely take it
one needle prick over their heart
millions of sword stabbed me

i cried
i cried thinking how awful to be me
how awful for them to have me
how my life turn into the most bottom of the cycle

it happens now
but i don't know what will happened next
tomorrow, next month
or in the future

will the wheel turn upside down?

                                                   -not a poems