I wake up
I am dissapointed that I haven't drowned in my dreams.
I go out of my own room
I am disavowed that my father and mother still exists.
I look myself in the mirror
I only anger myself further while looking at the face of a fool and a body of a frail kite.
I consume my daily nutrional meal
I cry silently that I cannot taste what is too flavorful
I get out of home with Mother's sweet goodbye.
I overflow with guilt that I stole her of her own youth.
"I am sorry."
I await for the academic's vehicle to come
Impatience has overcame me.
I decided. I no longer will harm anyone
With blind eyes I walked out on the road.
Finally. Death.
"November 25th? What about today?"
"That day is your birthday.."
