I'm tired of everything..
Everything that happened around me just so painfully for me to absorb..
I don't even know what to expect in this life..
There's never ending of its cruelty..

Why can't I understand it?
Why can't I fathom it all?
Why things happened?
Why? Why? Why?

Sometimes, lamentations are better than keeping silence..
Sometimes its better to shout out and be heard..
Sometimes, just sometimes, its better to hurt people than having them hurting you..
Don't you agree??

Its so painful for me to see things crumbling..
Everything that surround me tends to part ways for me..
Like I'm a fragile porcelain that beautifully decorated..
But harmful to the touch..
I don't understand..

My greatest fear is looming near..
As I wake up from my fairy tale..
A tale that can only be told and play when I'm sleeping..
Sleeping in foreign dream..

I'm scared of myself..
Everything that I know is fading away..
Leaving me nothing but ,
an empty body without a soul..

Like a living dead, only this undead can watch and perceive things..