Bestfriends

Do you hear it?

Do you hear it calling you?

Do you hear it?

Yes, it bothers you.

It enters you slowly,

from your ears

down to your soul.

Kinds of words

you don't seem to hear,

your soul falls down,

your legs tear.

Do you feel a piece of glass?

A shattered glass,

snappingly slashes your heart,

swear, it's the painful part.

Blood droplets

converted into tears,

from your eyes

down to your cheeks.

Tears turn to actions,

actions that you never did before.

Actions that some may see,

"maybe she tries to get a life,

she should be fine as she could be!"

Gestures that doesn't describe you,

actions that hurt you, 

gestures that everytime I face the mirror,

mirror says, "you don't live for them and they don't live for you."

Felt your eyes wet?

Suddenly pulled your hair,

asking "What's wrong?"

HEART says "it's not them, it's me."

"Being affected

comes from me

and MIND's not here

to help me."

"Try seeking him

so we can work on it slowly."

"Together 

we can work this out.

Or else,

you'll shut out."

"Call MIND 

and ask him to work with me,

for we are bestfriends

to make you free."