The slight sound of the rain can be heard
When I listen carefully
I'm sitting here trying to find the words
That would describe my heart
I think, write, and pause
I erase and everything's back to the way it is
What I got down after 12 hours was just litter
I want to tell you but it doesn't work out well
The feelings that pent-up from thinking,
Swells up without being expressed
The shards of words inside me now
Pointing sharply, stabbing the back of my throat
It doesn't haven't to be beautiful
It's alright if it's little by little
I'll mould my pain into a shape
I'll sing until my voice withers and
Wish that the sadness that falls on you,
Clears away
I want the way I am, to reach you
What I was looking for was right in front of me
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