Into the Deep

Gone: 4/12

Gone: 4/12

January; new year.

I greeted my friends.

But it feels like 

I'm the ashes of fireworks-

No one cares.

New year, new everything.

Hence, it's the same feelings;

The old not existing feeling.

February; valentines.

I meet him and gave a gift-

Gift of freedom; he didn't loved me anyway.

I'm just took for granted.

Love is everywhere, except for one place;

My dark, putrescent heart.

Valentines; heart's day.

Thus, I can't feel its spirit.

March; graduation day.

Supposed, my parents are here,

Proud of me.

I texted them to come; they didn't.

Oh, I forgot, they're busy.

I got diploma, but not appreciation.

Happy happy graduation day!

Can I also graduate to my life?

April; summer.

Good weather; good for going

On grave; not beach

Good season for bonding

With the poisons; not family

Summer; yet where's the heat on my body?

Oh no; oh well; I'll just wish

That they'll find me when they knew I'm gone.