Kill The Time

A Note

I am here with a feeling of emptiness.

Alone, only me staring to nothing.

Like part of me had died.

How can I live my life for tomorrow?

How can I stand on my own?

If I feel lonely among the crowd.

If I feel cold when the sun shines so bright.

If I’m laughing and crying then.

No more strength.

Shall I die this way?

I’m tired. I’m weak. I’m sick.