Death Came to My Room

Yesterday, death came to my room
- what's the matter with you
- I am dying of this heartless world
- your grandpa wants you to do well
- tell him that I have been failing lately
- why are you failing, did you promised him -
that you will fight with the pen and papers

- the pen has became a gun with a trigger-
already pulled, to shoot me dead in dark
- how about the papers to your creativity in poetry
- I burned them all after I realized that -
nobody will appreciate my poor writing
- did you try to write about depression and anxiety
- they are the spirits extending in my heart and mind

- why are you so depressing more before
- because I am becoming weak to trust my guts
- why are you silently weeping on the corner
- because my parents are following the scent of
- nowhere, hoping to find you as soon as they can
- is your heart still bleeding from the people who -
you thought that were your enemies of all the time