How many people don't like you?
How many people don't care about you?
How many people throw you away?
How many people want to destroy you?
How many people crave your breakdown?
How many?
Is it as many as the stars in the sky?
For me,
I'm still counting mine.
Even though my hands are not enough to count them all.
I guess it's not as many as the stars.
But,
As long as I'm still alive, I'll never know what will happen next.
Change?
Ive tried.
Fix it?
I've been there.
Yet, they still want to destroy me.
That's why I choose to hide.
Because
There's no end to this.
