Am I
a useless person?
Am I
not worthy to have
some reasons?
Those kind of questions
always seems to
pass along,
as I hid myself
behind the depths
of darkness.
Under the close curtains,
those hidden doors
is where I lock myself up
while shutting all my senses.
Why do I do this?
Why do I need to flee?
In this cruel world,
I was once bold.
Always ready
to trust someone,
without reviewing
their thoughts.
But with those
situations,
It's where I lose hope.
And I shattered my soul,
while in the battlefield,
alone, I still fought.
Now, in those darkness,
I try to find my broken pieces.
Try to puzzle myself,
and start a new life
with new wishes.
But after that,
I still won't forget.
That I was once
a broken soul
who found the real me
with only
just by myself.
