New month, almost end of year.
I am so glad that I can pass these month and keep breathing.
I am stress and I wanna end life.
I make it alright.
Become a hard year for me, I lose all the dream.
I keep the joy, I put the hope high as shield.
I am getting hurt, I am also healing.
I am a human who try to be better.
Willing to change, didn’t want to keep the same mistake.
God has been really good to me, it was me who is the problem.
It is me, hi !
I am the problem, like Taylor song.
I may be error, I may be stupid.
I didin’t ask any help anymore, because I know people just scare about that.
Only a truly one, that can understand and help.
Without asking a lot of questions.
Some people go from my life.
Some people come into my life too.
What is gone is easy to be replace, but memories ?
It is stay in mind.
I may be a problem.
I may not perfect.
I am fun and I good at stories.
Why ? to protect myself.
I am the problem,
I make people sad and feeling hurt.
I also hurt too, do you know ?
Hi, it is me, Problem !
