Same old nights.

Randomly,
My hand moves on its own,
Writing on air,
About what's hidden within my heart,
All and just about everything,
It was so simple and invisible,
But yet i could still see the traces of every word,
Cause no matter what days it has been,
I still be able to write the same thing over and over again.

This simple words that one usually says,
The one that i gave to those who needed it,
About strength, love and life,
It was the one that i often read and see on drama or novel,
Are truly meaningful when they needed me to say it,
But when i try to mend my heart with those same console,
I happen to fall deep and exhausting,
When it appears how tiring it was,
Doing almost everything when i needed someone.

Again tonight,
I happen to write the same things over and over again,
Sighing about the same matters that pains me,
It's lonely and tiring,
Painful and just painful everyday,
I prayed every night for a little mercy,
Asking for happiness one day that i hope,
Staring and just keep on staring,
Till the moment my eyelid close by itself,
I happen to dream being here with someone that i need.