Sweet pain

Big dreams in a small head

A rollercoaster of memories

Filled with happy-sad moments

Fire-iced heart

With hatred and love

In this black and white world

Face disproportioned with smiles and cries at the same time

Becoming a stranger to my very own self.

I can't even recognize myself.

Countless times being busted

In moments that seemed right to me but still feel disgusted

Caged by my mild-harsh thoughts

That I can't run from no matter how hard I had fought.

Randomly been punched by my fears

Till I can shout and speak no more for the world to hear

Lest I had to use the thickest blood I bleed to ink these words so I can share...

My sweet pain...

Lately, my late nights have been an aura of tossed emotions and mixed feelings.

My head have been the playground and my thoughts, the game.

I only have myself and none to blame.

But don't be surprised if I tell you that I still enjoy the mood swings and bittersweet moments the nights have been showering me.