003. Black is still a colour

Somedays, it is pitch black. 
Somedays, it is full of rainbows.
Either way, I am alive.
There is a heart beating inside. 

I woke up on a darker day, putting on a fight.

It is a war, war against myself. 

Tears are shed, blood is boiling.

It is suffocating, It is dark.

Hey, I think I need a light. 

When the day is full of colours,

Breathing in bright and shining colours,

Hopping around freely,

My heart is immensely full,

Please, keep the day going. 

Little did I know,

Black is still a colour

I am a blank canvas, 

open wide to be painted

Black, pink, blue, yellow,

It doesn't matter,

When I'm painted,

It is still me.

The same heart is still beating.

Black can be prettier,

Maybe the black will help other colours inside me shine,

It is just another colour that will be on canvas,

I'm going to embrace it and appreciate it,

Because art is not meant to perfect,

But to be appreciated,

Maybe someone will appreciate the black on me.

- Sarah Isyah

002. Broken

Why?
Why am I the broken one?
Waking up, feeling suffocated

Sitting around feeling lifeless

Sleeping with pictures in my mind. 

I think I am a broken piece

Trying to find me in different pieces

Scatters all over  the places

Trying to glue me together

Oh well, I am still broken.

I feel sick,

My heads throbbing

My hearts feel like crying

My throat is sore

My body is aching

I don't remember the days I don't feel sick.

Sometimes I can never register feelings in my heart

It left me in confusion and I got lost

I don't know what awaits me

and it scares me to face the reality.

Am I broken? 

Putting on a face to be everyone's favorite 

Ignoring a soul that screaming to be remembered 

When it's just me and the soul

Everything crumbles away

Oh, poor soul, I am sorry.

Pain, go away

I am trying my best  

Turning this broken piece into a beautiful flower

Facing the scary reality

Aids the forgotten soul

It is all because I am broken.

- Sarah Isyah