People said that I'm hardworking
Sometimes workaholic
I seems busy doing my work
I just accept whatever they give and say
I just say yes
Some people may say that I'm showing off the rest might said that I love my work.
But what they said is not based on what they can't see.
I've been punished with stupid reason, I don't get a chance to explain my self. I've been judge unfairly.
Then the consequences follow makes me drowning alone. I can't breathing.
People may say that I looked busy but nobody know how my mind is. How my emotions are.
It much harder than what I can bear. I keep moving and find the reason to do things so I can distract my self I can pull my self all together.
But deep down inside me I'm broken, Im exhausted and I'm tearing apart.
Only if my life is about my absolute self I won't be here anymore.
It's been a while since the last time I could smile gladly and laugh sincerely. It was a long ago when my mind get so clear, I can rest my self having pause moment and start things again whenever I need it.
It's been a while since the last time I feel alive.
I feel numb.
What left with me is a tiny hope that I'll be leaving and all of this misery will past.
I'm hanging to it and I don't know for how long I'm able to stay.
Because the branch is cracking and it might fall at any of time from now.
And my hand is shaking the weight is too heavy. It might slip.
Things would end but the how is stay a questionable. I wish it wouldn't get any worse from here.
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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...
