nya writes

I think I've failed,  as a daughter, as a human, as a sister, as a friend, lately i've been so dry,  i want to but i can't even cry, and its like my tears have sailed, away; away from me, away from my misery, away from this treachery, away from my life, away from this darkness, away from my  like; its a beautiful world, beautiful day, beautiful night, beautiful light, it is everything,  but not a beautiful life, i always feel like i'm walking on a knife, a knife reducing my time, all i wish to know is what is my crime? I flinch on nothings, I loose my appetite, I feel like drowning, My face is always frowning! Stop your stupid game, game; game of life, game of health, game of mind, game of wealth, game of socials, game of sky, you only think i'm fine, dear world, thanks for being a disappointment, thanks for cutting my wings, thanks for being my cue to leave, thanks for making me cry, thanks for making me lie, thanks for loving me, and  thanks for burning me.       

Should I shut up? No really Do I need to stop? Just tell me Do I need to put everything behind  just to make it up to your wish or can i really talk without them calling me a bitch Every time do I need to look behind, I am walking on a road or can i really just move along without the fear of getting groped. Do I need to stop? No really maybe I should shut up according to the patriarchy  Don't lemme think, don't lemme talk,  don't lemme eat, don't lemme walk maybe I don't deserve all this  maybe I should stop maybe I could shut up or maybe I could not.                                                                                                                                                                 ~nya