hurt | jikook

All kids are depressed.

Broken people find each other. They always do.

They are destined to met to fix each other's broken heart that's caused by the society. They fix each other through late night talks, contemplation of life and so much more. They both feel like a weed in a greenland,  deadly weeds surrounded by healthy green grass in a utopian society.

They feel useless, destructive and unnecessary.

Weeds die eventually but they decided not to, they wanted to see the others wilt right before their very eyes. But of course, they get plucked out,  being thrown into a heap of fire, disintegrating in the process never to see each other again.

And thats how they both die. A bitter yet sweet death they both wish into this dysfunctional place.

He said, once we meet up, we commit suicide.

Nighttime. The time where people's fear and deadliest thoughts come in life. Making them cry through the silent night as their pillows get wet by their tears.

Sadness. It consumes people, their thoughts, their life. It feeds on the parasyte that lives in the mind, it come to life at night.

Suicide. Everybody wants to die these days, no one is afraid to put a noose around their head, neither drinking pills so much until they're dead.

Thoughts. As a quote says, "your mind is a garden, you can grow flowers or you can grow weeds." What if it started with weeds even if you planted flowers?

Tears. I wonder if they ever stop flowing down my eyes, staining my face and my pillow. A physical appearance of sadness.

Words. It can boost a person's life or can cause a life to disappear. It tastes bitter yet they throw it to other people.

Blades. A friend to some kids these days incuding myself. We watches as the blood flows out from the veins, we watches as the wound turns into a scar. We watches until our body is filled with so much hatred of ourselves.

Love. Something that is confusing. Confusing to every people. Sometimes disabling the mind.

Yourself. You hated every single fiber of you.

Anxiety. It eats people alive. It lives in the mind, sometimes you feel like it's not there but it always linger.

Depression. A monster that consume a lifespan, it destructs and kills so much that even the environment can't stop it.

I don't even know what i'm feeling. But i know for a fact that i am always lonely and a blade on my wrist would make me feels empty.