They came home, they asked me how am I, why do I seemed so quiet?
I showed them my wound,
They asked if I cried,
I said yes, I did.
But they don't know that there's more to my tears other than the pain my wound caused.
I was tired, I was exhausted from thinking things I had done, from my actions that could affect my future. My mind kept running around in circles, wondering when will it stop. I was so tired from filling in these expectations, I said I would not. I mind doesn't seems likely to stop, but my heart couldn't take it all up, I cried, I cried so hard until my eyes are red, until there's no more tears coming up. I wish I did not change, I wish I kept myself in my comfort zone, I wish I kept myself stuck up in my own. People wouldn't care that much of me I hadn't change, people would have just walked pass by me when they see me, thinking there's no point on talking to me, I wish I kept still at my place, not wanting more, and just contented on my own.
