My feels like it is squeezed so hard.
Torn and shred apart.
My chest hurt.
I want to quit studying.
I never wanted to continue this.
But because of my mum, I proceed with everything.
I am not sure if I truly have friends here.
Most of the time I feel so alone.
No one bother to ask.
No one bother to look close enough to see Im barely holding on.
Trying to hold my pieces together.
Stop calling me strong.
Let me be weak.
Let me cry and wail.
Let me let it all out.
If you are willing to listen.
I want to quit masscomm
I want to quit sepresi.
ENOUGH WITH THIS FAKE MASK!
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