This guy next to me wears the same shirt everyday.
This girl in front of me keeps talking. I wish I tell her to shut up. Just shut up.
I wish I get to care about someone in life. It seems to be the greatest feeling.
It sucks that my source of sadness is my future. I’m fine now, but I don’t know my future.
I think it’s going to be hard. I’m sick of shouting for help.
It’s not comfortable not knowing what’s there, neither it is if I knew it’s not safe.
I live looking down, taking different paths every second, and regretting what happened few moments ago. Then worry about the dark end of the tunnel.
Walking a slow, fearful, dark road. sometimes I feel irresponsible for mindlessly going forward.
I’ve been optimistic thinking it would lighten up somehow along the way, maybe hear a voice to lead me some where.
Sometimes I stop and cry in my spot out of fear.
Then realize it’s cold and I’m alone, so I getup and dry my tears.
Sometimes I feel like giving up and I’ve walked enough years.
We share concerns with friends, but I have none so I write this here.
I just want a hand to hold, even with no where to go, even if the end is near.