With You

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The shaking knees are witness, your fear face is the truth, that smile means empty. And the way how you act… all alone.

You begin to cry, express the emotion in front of the mirror. And looking yourself there, the pain is too deep suffering from the inside. Yet, still you hide it away.

You begin to walk and greet them in the early morning. Making sure that your two legs are strong enough to hold on the body while you are standing. No one could understand…

Confuse to decide your own path. Remembering the past just bring you to a place which full of dark. A place that you wanna run away from.

But… today is a present no matter what.And years back then are your reality now.The past has brought you such tragedies to make you realize something… to be living at this age, you’ve changed some of those things, begin fixing to complete a puzzle of the uncertainty.

And to be in the future, you should be ready living behind of scars. That you are a man, no time for moaning.

But, I see you can’t stop wiping those tears. And I ask why because I care. I ask since you deserve to get another better side.

But, I see you’re still confuse. And I ask why perhaps you need some helps.

That… I see you have been beneath under pressure attacks, I called you ; “here I am with you as always”.

Stop doing self-blame and resetting your dreams. It’s too early to make a valuation just because one mistake that you did back then.

Stop scolding as you are under extremley anxious. Realizing yourself that have been in trouble is the way to be in serenity; a condition that you’re seeking for ‘till this time.

Just stop making an excuse when you’ve already known you’re not that really fine. Forgive your wicked side, forgive your insane obsession, forgive yourself from gloomy old days. This is how you bury the hatchet.

And if you found nothing in the middle of your path, there’s no need to be afraid.

If some day you could fall again… shouldn’t be giving up.

I’ve sit here within years, waiting for your next part of your life’s diary. You may tell anything, you may express the heavy, you may cry and shout it out loud. I’m here with you.

When you think no one can understand this sorrow plot, I’m still here listening to.

And if you don’t know how to keep living under wounds, I won’t abandon you as they did.

All alone to be who you truly are — all alone to take such risks — you are like alone to be in the empty. Just go ahead through… with me.

Dark days will stop depecting the heavy cloudy above. That cold nights will stop delivering grief. Starting by now and then, you won’t be alone anymore.

I put you in my head, I dreamed you within this fiction. Your story is really underway; telling them that a broken man is still fighting to make friend… making friend with himself.

Tomorrow could be a glory… next day you could fall again. Things may come and leave… some will stay inside to make you stronger or even weaker… this, depends on you.

But wrong path can be turned up to be right, evil can be sinked down by your own. This is a start line… moving forward to grow — grow cause you’ve already learnt how to live alongside wounds and pain.

The memories are reality… memories are yourself. They know you at the beginning, but not the entire story of your own.

That they think you are alright. I recognize you deeper what “alright” really means for you.

And they can’t feel your sign. I am here to remember your wise when you tried some efforts drowning the darklight which faded that calmness.

And here I am… feeling the same as you do. Respecting yourself, respecting my own. We do know how to live under anxiety since we’ve understood each other.

If you are getting tired to fight yourself, just be friend.

I’d put you inside my poetry… and let me design its rhyme as a witness that you keep going through though there are such scars stuck within.

But… I’m still here with you

-BREAKING REZA