one chance [k.b of day6]

one

12:15 pm
i stare at the wall as i am getting wet.
the water hits my head and makes my hair heavy and soaked.

i close my eyes and think about the life i am living.
the water of the shower seems to hide my sorrow and can't show my true tears.
the tears of not wanting to live. the tears of feeling doubt. the tears of feeling bad for those that say 'i love you' to me, when they shouldn't.

i cant live. what is holding me back? is that boy holding me back? i dont actually love him, right? i dont right?

i dont.