the night knows what i hide from the day.

this is me

today feels like a page half written, ink spilled in slow rhythm, clouds folding over the sun like soft curtains.

shadows drift quietly, time dissolves into pale light, hearts move in fragments, searching for a place to breathe.

today aches in silence, the air heavy with unsaid words, like wilted flowers pressed between forgotten pages.

the sky looks tired, even the wind has no song, and i carry myself like a cracked vessel spilling sorrow slowly.

my chest is an empty room, walls stained with echoes, memories hanging like torn curtains swaying in a wind that never comes.

every step feels borrowed, every breath a negotiation, and the world outside keeps moving in colors, while inside me, everything fades to grey.

the hours bleed together, time drips down the spine like cold rain that never ends.

every heartbeat sounds like a door slamming shut, echoing in a house where no one lives anymore.

i walk through hours that taste of rust, tongue heavy, lungs colder than stone.

the silence screams, and the screams are silent, a loop with no escape, a weight with no hands to lift it.

i am tired of carrying the ghost of myself, tired of pretending that tomorrow holds shape when today is endless.

tak sama macam orang lain sikit kata biadap, tak sama pandangan kata kurang ajar, melawan sikit nanti ke cop anak derhaka, ada kerja cepat nak jugak kerja lambat, tak sama cara kata ini salah itu salah, lepastu, kalau dah senyap kata kenapa kita pendam?

dah explain baik baik taknak terima.