I couldn't get up,
I couldn't bring myself to smile
It feels like my world has stop
and I was left out at a distant mile.
Wondering why I've become like this
The sky was bright outside and I could feel it's burning rays.
It's light encourages me, but my body only did what it pleases
I remain lying on a bare floor, with an eyebrow creased.
What made me like this?
Is it my doubt for myself
Or is it the voices that I refused to listen,
But end up being cage by them
Because they are too loud, too heavy, and so strong to shut down my system.
And I wonder, can I build myself again?
When I'm too weak, too vulnerable to handle anymore pain
Should I just continue lying or get up and be a victim, again.
-Justelle, Wonders of the Weak
