Then I questioned my existence,
"What the hell I am doing here?"
"I don't have anything inside my pocket,"
"Why do I have to see my slowly progress?"
And I scream so loud,
I hated the crowd;
I see this world a red flag of pigmented crows.
Every night I asked what I would become,
Pillows soaked, still up without liquor,
Waiting for the card not to produce jokers,
Where the ace hiding place for I am so sick,
I'm hanging in this eerie feeling,
Can't figure out what I really wanted to be.
This endless maze in the head is frustrating,
Plus the brokenness of a wine glasses
Which I see in him yesterday—
We both hated this world,
Kind of irritated of how toxic it rotates,
How unfair to strive but nothing happened,
We both have nothing
Even our worth is questionable in our head.
Of course, that's all happened yesterday,
We both know now our calling,
We both see the light from the dim paradise,
We both have seen our progressive life
And I bet he love his chapter as of now
As much as I love mine.
We're almost the same but we're different
And he's my boss, once the cutest but now the hottest,
He's my boss in a way that he's firm,
He's the boss for he is a doer and braver than before,
...add the perfect example to the youth.
Ssob—
My forever best man,
My forever best boy.
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Poetry[An Open Diary] An A'Tin's message to SB19 who saved her from drowning into the ocean of grief and for fighting the sirens of disturbing images in her head.
