A diary for me to keep

A letter to someone

How can I gave you more if you just gave us less than enough?

I want to give you more but we have less.

Do I really have to show something that you didn't even taught us to show?

Does love really have to hurt to know it's real?

Where can I find my true self and internations?

Why does it feels weird that even without you I can find home?

Does she have to shed more tears for you to know and understand her pain?

Why does it seems perfect when really it isn't?

Do we have to wait for a decade for you to know that it is not and never been enough?

Can I see her without worries and questions?

How can you know but still won't do anything about it?

Does she have to gamble alone just for you to tell her it's gonna be okay?

A decade full of doubtful thoughts of you even trying your best.

What does best means to you?

How can you tell that it's gonna be okay when it felt far from okay?

When can you fulfill your duty in our family?

I feel free at the same time suffocated by the same thing.

How can you?