what i write, is my mood.

Empty.

I'm suddenly on the edge,

locked up and alone.

Where do I place myself?

hope I'll find some path.

Dig my soul on a grave,

at least, no one will see my presence

anymore.

They hate my presence,

they loved my absence.

Unhate will never exist,

forgive is only lives,

But it does not make people soft,

they just go for it, hate and hate.

Can I unlocked my door,

and go outside to see the beautiful

scenery?

Can they allowed me to let me see those

peaceful place where they're only keeping

making a mess like shit?

Can I?