Each word written down,
Comes a price no one knows,
Each word represent my experiences,
Each word cost me dearly.
The pain, the suffering,
The endurences of it all,
The darkness which consumed me,
To the story of my success,
All of which, caused my soul to break.
The fall from above,
Into the bottom of the pits,
Carelessly uncaring of surroundings,
Even uncaring of life itself,
Alive or dead, mattered nothing at all.
Each word has meaning,
Each word went through hell and back,
The torment still resides within me,
Yet the lessons shall never disappear,
In a game of life and death,
Playing the games like a maniac,
Like it meant nothing at all.
Written by Tan Nguyen
4th of December 2015