You want to know how hard it is?
You stop doing things that you like.
I leave my books since 5 month ago, where I barely live without for a day.
I messed up with my diet meals.
I forget how to wake up and get to bed because I want to.
I can't even watch drifting mind movies, which the most lovable movies for me, before.
I hate surprise and unpredictable things.
I can't drive my self to work and do my job.
I always end up lay down and stare the ceilings.
I'm not own my self. Either my soul or my body I can't recognise both.
It was hard. And it is beyond than what I can spill.
It is inside, deep down in me.
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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...