I'm on my comfort zone right now, feeling my freedom as the cold winds brushed through my body. Looking down, I suddenly want to jump. But I know, suicide isn't the solution to my problem.
I'm in so much pain right now, it seems that the world is against to me— to my happiness.
I want to be numb, I don't want to feel this anymore. To feel agony, sorrow, pain, I just want to be happy. Why does the world's so cruel to me?
My father died due to cardiac arrest, then my mom took her own life. I don't have siblings, nor friends. My relatives abandoned me because of my failing grades. My teachers gave me low marks when they find out that I'm working on a bar, without even knowing why I worked there.
I worked there not as a sex slave, but a waiter. I worked because I have no one to supply my needs. My classmates always judge me. It seems that it's me against the world.
If only there's someone who's willing to be with me, life wouldn't be hard for me to take.
But there's no one, I only have myself— poor me.
That's why I don't want to feel this anymore. I don't want to have feelings.
I just want to be numb.
Please, give me the numbness that I need.
So I wouldn't be suffering just like this.
