Melancholy

I'm numb.
Tried of feeling alone.
I'm drown.
With these emotional burst.

I've seen it, I figured it
And I want to get off of it
The dark room of envy and uncontentment
Such escape means suffering to death

I'm a person of silence
But I hate it when they're soundless
What I feel and think are in the glasses
That as fragile as their sensitivity said

I'm childish? I'm immature?
I'm unnoticeable, unapproachable and misunderstood
Causes to label me as mysterious and obscure
To be undress of these impressions........

Often I'm in the field of lightness
Where I'm jolly, adventurous and a joker
Where I give, share and embrace
Where barriers prohibit intruders

Sometimes I'm visited by the wind of loneliness
Along with the dark knight of sadness
Then, pulled by the gravity of my senses
And fall to the abyss of ache

Once again I'm in the dark room
Suffering....crying....shouting....
Broken....burden....wounded....then
I unveil....the art of surviving

Grief are engrave in every man's heart
To ignore it, will further the cut
To understand it, will bring relief
To accept it, will leave a scar.