Patrick Tan

I'm in school now. I'm finished with my class..

Where can I go
Where my heart's thought is valid?
I am broken
Tasting my own bittersweet medicine.

Am I entitled to be happy?
Am I entitled not to be alone?
I am facing a cold stone wall
Whispering thoughts my mind can't conceive.

I buried myself in words
Written by people enticed with themselves
In this hollow cold space
Hearing dirges I can only hear.

My dear traveller, I wish you can feel my innermost being
Feel the deep cut thru my chest
I have proven silver cannot satisfy
The deepest tragedies of my heart.