I love quiet, then I become lonely.
I like to talk, but nobody listen.
then I write, and people judge.
I want to close my eyes, dont want to open it anymore.
But, there is always a new hope come.
When I think there is no way out, there is always a way.
I try to destroy my life.
Always think how to suicided.
then I look at my mom, she growing more old day by day.
and no matter how old I am, she love me.
After think all of that,
I am sit, and I am pray.
Wish for a chance, wish for miracle.
Wish I can do better.
