1 year ago -
Love you to the moon and back.
Buh we can’t be together and I’m crack.
I try to kill my body, my breath, my soul.
Thinking that if I m gone, he’ll remorse.
What if he won’t come for seeing my caster?
What if my retract goes for nothing?
I imagine my mother tears when she sees my caster.
My father stares at my corpse, who struggles throughout his life to see me an engineer.
My friends look at me and start sobbing
And I started looking back
At the time in my life, i’m gleeful.
Those beautiful moments I share with my family, my friends
Those funny, silly things I did when I’m drunk.
Those smiling faces when I’m around.
Do I miss the summer days when I can wear little clothes with full-on confidence,
the colz days, the girly gossips fight with sista n Broda.
Due to my one wrong turns, I forget to live my life with pleasure
How can I be so selfish to leave those precious
Do I get a right to makes tears roll down their cheeks?
I have come so far, I don’t want to be cliche by giving up now
May be coming day I can bloom from a bud.
Like a rainbow after every storm.