Determination

Its her own life

Everyday we breathe. We eat food and drink water in order to survive. We do things in living in order to buy things as well as to survive. We do the same routine, over and over again.

But do we have determination to change as it is?

A determination to change of what we know everything.

Can we change any possibility that we see in our everyday live?

Do we have enough freedom to live as our own.

Do I have freedom to live my own life?

Everyday I call for your help.

But you came for other intension.

Why can't you see how I suffer in my everyday routine.

How I dream.

How I live.

How I want to survive.

And all of the things that I had done to you. You won't listen to me when I say I love you.

My pain.

My sufferings.

My agony.

My joy.

My trust.

My belongigs.

My laugh.

My smile.

My tears.

They belong to me but why do I feel being authorized.

Why do I have words to follow.

Why do I have to follow someone's words.

But you never listen.

You never hear me.

You never see me.

You never care.

Why can't you see that all I do is not for me but is for you.

All of the tears that had fallen on my face that I never care.

I left them just for you.

I betrayed my own me.

And that is just for you.

But you never return the favour.

You never care at all.

I thought you know everything.

Everything.

You can see through everything.

Everything but except my eyes.

Except my heart.

Except me.