weak

i have been feeling from weeks,
liquid glass are my tears,
hot and burning my eyes,
it burns more when i cry,


hug me, don't scream,
i am sorry,
i only wanted peace,
love me don't scream...

am i wrong, i cried,
swimming agianst the tide,
it is not an easy ride,
on a piece of paper i write...

trust me,when i ask,
it's all about me,
i want to be happy,
and you beside me...


(inspired by a poem, in which the poet compares the act of writing to alchemy)