Father, I'm sorry.
I know those words were not enough to express my sincerity,
But know that I wrote this piece as a way to send a message,
Because I know I might be gone, while you continue to age.
It has been a number of times already — I can't even remember when,
At first, it came knocking on mind when the moon's up,
It bugged me, and left me frighten when it happened again,
Because it made me feel like I'm caged in a cup.
It became frequent as time passed by — and I know its not right,
Instead of at night, it visited me anytime it wants,
Though I don't want to entertain it, it left me unable to fight,
And when I tried to open up, people just continue to rant.
I tried to searched it up — while my headache continues,
Hoping that if I do, I'll have some breakthroughs,
Amidst the chaotic place I'm in, I still hope It'll be alright,
Because the monsters are within me, holding me tight.
-Love, Luminekoygk.