there's time where i became like an open wound
while everything surrounds feels like a drop of lemon
my mother's word rang through my ear
pierces through me like they always have
counting november days
hope it'll soon pass by

at some moment, the silent is defeaning
and my head felt like spinning
my own free will weight down on me
subconsciously urging me to decide

sometimes like a leaf in a pond
only going where it pushes me to
becoming one with the current of water
unaware of what's happening around

dead of night, tears drop by
and i don't fucking know why
what emotions am i experiencing?
is it even something that can be named?
are words even sufficient to describe it?