I’m tired.

There’s nothing I desire

There’s nothing I admire

I’m not content.

Everything are ornaments

I’m just an ornament.

I’m scare.

What if you’re not there.

What if there isn’t someone to share.

What if no one understand

What if no one hold my hand.

Sorry.

I’ve done everything to keep from being lonely

I know. I’m very greedy.

I guess it’s in my nature

Always thinking about the future.

Breathe.

That’s what I told myself over and over again.

I want these feelings and thoughts to end.