dan bila aku rasa the worst dah lepas. another storm coming. and its getting worst.
this time, the storm doesnt stop halfway,
it destroy everything that i have and make me even difficult to even breathe.
sometimes, i just wish all of this, all of my life was just a dream
a worst nightmare ever.
i just wish all ithis is just a dream that i can wake up from and have a new life
when theres nothing to worry about.
when theres nothing to hide.
when im not afraid to talk to anyone.
when i dont felt afraid to just let out everything i felt
loosen up all that packed in my chest.
and just shout out loud
why the hell i deserved all this??
why this is happen to me??
those questions lingers around me and never left me. more than 3 years now.
and the questions getting more and more.
and theres no answer to evey each of them.
im sick of this.
my chest felt tight but theres no cure for it,
why i have to use my athma as a reason why i cry and my chest 's in pain?
i cry to sleep and yet theres no reason for it.
one by one from my life is erased from my memories.
i tend to push people away cause people never stay anyway.