Day by day passed.
Being scare, didnt know what is gonna happen.
Have no power, scare to meet people.
I am wonder, am I still have a friend in the end ?
People being rude, say I need to see doctor.
I am insane, crazy and love to make story.
I like to write, yes I am good at making one too.
Everyday, I pray for the good things.
Make mistake, try to fix it.
Really tired in this life, but have no choices.
Feel guilty, but still breathing.
Is this gonna be better, or worse ?
Torture myself, forget how to be happy and thankful everyday.
Sink in the ocean, no ship was pass by anymore.
I cant swim, I just drown deep in the ocean.
Its a miracle, everytime I think about it.
The day when I think that I cant make it.
I actually did. Again and again, I pass the hardest day.
I am tired, but I keep trying to make it good.
I am still breathing, wiith a lot of dream in my mind.
I spend day by day like a undead, keep hate myself because the guilt that I felt.
I look at my parent, how deep the wound that I cause for them ?
I dont know how lucky I am, to still breath and alive.
Even this life feel so sad, like a black and white everyday.
Can I see the rainbow again ?
Its a real miracle in life, when the rainbow come once again.
Ah, what I am even write in here ?
A poet about life ? A poet about my guilt ?
My feeling ?
Do I even have one after all ?
