That time... I was in
the dark...
Day by the
day, and I still asking to myself, why am I still alive? How long I should stay
here... how long? I see myself, will not
be able to see again, can’t walk, can’t breath... but now I still here against
everything, struggle, try to stay alive. Feel the pain isn't that easy, but i can
forget it.
Then I ask to my self again, what I’m living
for?
Year by
year after that.., I just forget how I really really want it... how much I
wanna go away from here, how I kill my own dream, and lost my mind.
And you
remind me about that... I realize something that I’ve forget. And I just say to
myself, that ‘thing’, isn’t a bad idea... you remind how much I really want it.
I just remember, I don’t wanna do that for now.
Sometimes
try to stay alive is more killing than the death itself...
