Poems from yinchen
Without you;
I cannot sleep. I cannot be happy. I cannot do anything. I cannot even bear myself.
I still find myself chasing the impossible.
So desperately trying,
only knowing nothing but failure.
nothing but pain...
My problem is that I rely way too much on other people for happiness,
and no one is ever there.
I put other people before myself...
If I were a poet,
I'd probably write about love.
I'd probably write about first isses,
and dates;
sitting together at the park eating KFC...
I write because,
the pen is the only thing that understand me.
And the paper; the only thing that listens.
I write because of...