Run [Wattys2018]

||#6 Strangers pt. 1 (Nothing)||

You know what's the purpose of writing?
To chat down every single good thing on you.
Why do I write?
Because you exist.
My heart it really is such vulnerable! So fragile that it takes only one minute to fell in love.
So unfair!
I am not yet prepared.
I don't know why i am demulsifying into myriad of pieces every time I see you with the other. Even if were not us.

Crashing. Breaking. Falling apart.

I'm like an air.

Whenever I feel the void and proximity of emptiness. Sorrow. Sadness.  I am like an air. You don't feel me passing away, slowly. Little by little. Bit by bit. And I really hope that I'll see you on my funeral, crying when i am now gone.

Will you cry when I am gone?
Or just sympathized me?

I just want to end this pain.
Can you help me?
No.
Because you dont care
I become dull and pointless.
Like a rainbow without a color.
Dark.

Why did God created you?
To just fall for you.
And maybe, my part here is to make someone special and happy.
To smile even if its hurting you
To live even when you're dying in pain
To care even if they dont.
They just dont care.
Because I am just an air.

----Nothing.