The term of past, it seems a purgatory which trapped me for long time. It mostly killed me.
At that night, I sat in a chair and closed my eyes.
And I imagine those hurt me before people sitting across from me.
Then, I gazed at them with heavy breathe and shaking hands to talk about the reason why I cry in my heart.
“Sorry“ “I want you to know my thought”
“I am not strong than your expectations” “I am so scary”
“I feel tired” “I will do nothing for you guys”
“one day we will finally say goodbye” “I understand thoroughly”
“I hate you” “ You never think about me”
“You are a beast” “You are fucking selfish”
“Goodbye” “I start to accept anything in the past”
“I had been remembered what you guys had done to me” “Let it go”
I killed myself and give all to you in a bid to make up for the hellish past life; however, it shattered my mind serious than before.
The sky clears up; the haze is still hiding behind the sun for waiting a chance to kill me.
The sky beings doom; even though there will have big thunderstorms, I do not cry and I will survive.