It breaks my heart when this hand couldn’t breath properly

The way it’s breathing when it’s writing viciously?

I couldn’t break free from this agony

It’s like something needed to be done to feed this misery

I hate the feeling of loosing my memories

Without a doubt I’ve lost the urge to flourish

I feel the pain of unbearable ache

Now I don’t know how to react to the word fake

 My soul screams begging for me to react

But I couldn’t find anymore support or fact

Without hesitation it bleeds as if it has been tortured by my inefficiency

I fell on the ground of this horrifying currency….