Im having problem with sleep.
Too much or not enough.
Timid because of fear.
I have bunch of 'what if'.
I can't run.
I'm stuck in my head with my thoughts.
Sometimes i think about leaving.
I'm not ready but what if my time is up.
I need to go.
Will anyone miss me?
Will anyone realised that I'm here?
Waiting for them listen to me all of this times?
I'm not ready for my afterlife.
I'm not prepared anything.
I'm afraid.
But in life.
I feel like in the cage.
I want to go out but I can't.
I've been told that I'll be doomed.
So I stay.
Stared the wall.
Losing my soul.
Struggling with my breath.
It's tiring.
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PoetryIt is about my Illnes. I write because I can't "speak". Kadang-kadang kita hanya perlu seseorang yang tanya 'Are you okey?' Atau 'Anything to share?' tapi bila tiada maka kau sendiri tanya dan cerita. Sebab untuk tanggung semuanya dan terus simpan i...
