Sometimes I wonder why I put in so much effort, so much time to unnecessary developments.
Because I know the time is wasted on an unworthy participant.
I know that I won't last it till old age.
A part of me thinks I won't make it another 10 years or so.
Maybe, maybe not.
I don't think that other people see that.
They don't see the pain behind my smile or the lies that sing between my lips.
Another part of me want to keep holding on but I am exhausted and tiered.
My eyes are heavy from living.
And my heart beats with an uneven beat.
I just need a reason to hang on.
Just a little reason,
Just something to keep going.
Before I fall.
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PoetryIn life, I am someone who afraid of talking to people right then and there. They scare me because I don't know how they will react with what I will say. Yet writing them down on a computer is easier because i don't have to look at their reaction to...
