he tied me up again, leaving the window open with the curtens was also open. the breeze, the cold breeze is there, coming back and leaving, again in again. it. was so cold. but it is enough, the moon is there, I can see it. it was on the sky, dark sky, it was alone and yet it doesn't seem affected, it was never affected.
the moon's scar, or even how lonely it get, the mood just watched me from afar, it was suddenly so comforting, the longe I stare at it the more I adored it, I love how strong it was, and I couldn't even think of the risk, I hate pain. I hate sadness, and I hate tradegy.
the more I get a high status on school, the more they wounded my heart up, burned it with the word, special, and wise.
I was tired, being the giften child.
I'm exhausted of it.
the more higher, the more expectations and it's suffocating, once you didn't meet they're expectations, you're gonna be judge, and be stared with those hideous, outrageous eyes that's simply telling you, " you're a failure. "
I couldn't take it, I was dying from the exhaustion, and yet I still continue, removing the ain I felt. how cruel it is to fight alone.
" the moon..huh? " I whispered, closing my eyes and didn't look at the moon any longer, I tightened the grip in my hands, and feeling the soft texture of the bed, it's cold. I couldn't find a way to be warmth, the warmth I've been searching for all my life, and when it was on my palm, I was taken, away, and away. from the back to start over again, no, it doesn't let me start over again, it's nowhere near the warmth, I couldn't get back on my feet.
no one is coming to help, michi, no one.
I'm alone, aren't i? how pathetic. a man crying is really, unsightly for everyone. but tears just explode in my eyes knowing that I've been bottling my emotions in a jar.
what a bothersome. I'm weak, and fragile, that's why I couldn't bear to feel awful.
this is me.
I'm not perfect, and I will never be.