Everyday you wake up trying to fight it
with heart full of dread and burden.
You put a smile on to appreciate
each day of survival.
On the next day, you face it again the same way.
Until one day, you got tired of believing in yourself
that you can surpass it.
Last night you were dreaming about a piece of paper
scratched by a man, torn by a woman.
You have been carrying it around since you were 10,
wishing that you can collect more tomorrow.
Maybe your mind is insane, or merely people’s heartless thought.
Let us take a walk to the beautiful night street.
You see that?
The lights are smiling at you.
You hear that?
Your nightmare is haunting you.
It hurts.
It does.
Forever.
Oh hey, are you still there?
Cheer up to the day of sunshine.
You cannot have more light after this.
The heart is beating so fast.
Help you!
Can anybody help you?