It’s an endless darkness . Sunk in melancholy nothing but pain within a grief .
How can days be so strange ? how can I be so desperate ? I thought I was hope , I thought was strong , but it’s really too hard to be strong .
Every where I turn to there’s only more troubles and disappointments .
Tomorrow never comes and no matter how we wait for it ; today is today and tomorrow is nothing but tomorrow . I thought I was a step away from it . It turned out to be illusions . Created by my own inner brain .
It reached to a moment that I believed and lived all this illusions .
How could I be so silly ? how could I let life drag me ? Instead of I running my life ; I let life run me !!!
Weakness I feel all over my body , I can’t handle anything .
What about the sunrise ? the blue skies . What makes me cry when I see that all ? I just can’t smile . Maybe coz deep inside I know that I can’t enjoy them . I can’t enjoy the beauty of life. Instead I see them all dark . My tears are of blood . My hope is in vain . I lived it all – I lived by myself.
Life stabbed me in my back . And I have no intention to be stabbed again . So I decided not to live , not to live again . And not hope