I was happy and contented.
Enjoyed every little things.
But as I grew and realized the world's real color.
It's dark.
Too dark, I became blind.
Too dark, it erased the real me.
Only thing left about me is a dead soul.
I'm a living dead.
Not a zombie.
But someone who cries for what I deserve.
Someone who yearns for caring.
Someone who wants to feel again.
The laughs I let out.
The smiles I give to everyone.
They're all a facade.
They're all for me.
Because I'm selfish.
I never show what's real.
I'm a liar.
Because there's nothing I could do but lie about me.
I'm stabbed.
I was the one who did the hurting.
To myself.
Long torture.
Thanks to everyone, my life's been burried 6-feet underground.
The reflection I see.
The happy one.
The smiling one.
The positive one.
I wanted to ask who is she.
I wanted to ask how can she do it.
I wanted to ask what happened to me.
I wanted to ask why I became like this.
I wanted to ask... why did I let them kill me?
Everyone is you.
You means everyone.
You killed me.
I hope you'll be the one.... to save me.
