in the corner

i am here in the corner

overflowed with rage.

screaming!

crying! but no single tear was falling.

fragile like precious glass caught in fire

with no escape.

nowhere to hide.

i am in despair.

trying to bid myself to the image in my mind that

has been mine for quite sometime.

i am here in the corner

pleading for help.

asking for benevolence.

waiting to be rescued.

trying to caress my very heart that was deeply wounded.

it was painted with blood.

its broken pieces was torturing my tired soul.

my heart and soul was floating in the ocean of my blood and flesh.

every inch of my body was dying.

yes. it's all mu fault.

i'm guilty.

i am in the corner

still crying.

this time eyes are swollen

continuously releasing tears like river.

it seems like it won't stop.

at the top of my lungs i wanna shout!

begging to stop the clock and earth from moving

for there's a little sad voice in the corner of my heart that was talking.

i hear it say,

"i'm in love with the doubtful and ambiguous image in my mind.

i wanna die at this very moment.

i am burning and i need to see my ash scatterd in the air like clouds,

floating in the universe like start."

i am here in corner

in love.

alone and lonely.

though i'm with me i'm still alone.

i was betrayed and besieged with love.

danger was in front of me.

fear was everywhere.

nobody cares. they're ignoring me.

i'm not insane.

i'm not crazy.

i am just

in love.

i am here.

me. stupid. lonely. in love.

my poor heart gave in.

it died just in time that i needed.

not to get rest, but to find something.

something, somewhere in the corner of this colorless

world.

i am here in the corner

still breathing.

living with no worth.

hearing only noise.

feeling hurt.

still seeing this colorless world.

no life.

my heart died.

my love's gone.

that image in my mind stole me.

devitalized my courage.

dump my dignity.

crumpled my heart.

thrown away my soul.

trashed my pride.

diminished my chance to hope and to believe.

it just left me

here,

in the corner.

now,

i'm no longer there in the corner

but still longing to bring back my all.

myself, that was internally destroyed and externally

murdered.

here,

in this corner of my broken heart

will remain the little sad voice of me

who now owns nothing

but the living memory of being in love saying,

"when can i be free?"