Every day, I wonder,
am I annoying,
am I stupid,
am I a coward,
There's one night,
I used to wish,
that I don't want to be alone.
and,
until now,
I still doing that.
Whenever I sad,
I cried,
but actually crying is so hard.
Its not like the tears just coming down,
my heart hurts too,
my head spinning too.
I said that I wish,
someone could ever asks me,
if I'm doing okay,
if I'm alright,
someone could ever come to me,
hug me.
I wish every night,
until my pillow soaked,
that someone ever cares about me.
until I can't even breathe,
but I keep wishing,
wishing,
and wishing.
Why am I Alone?
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Color Of Life (A Collection)
PoetryMy mind keep thinking, thinking until I can't feel again. This will be never-ending, but who knows if one day I'll give up, it's the day I can feel right again, it's the day I feel like my story is enough. . . . "What if someone's heart want to live...
