the invisible.

i feel weak. i hate this kind of feeling but im vulnerable. i am not strong at all. i feel sad finally. i am not brave. I'm not the bravest of hearts and not the strongest of souls. I have a million thoughts but nowhere to put them. my mind goes on and on and never ends. why? for what reason? why the hell i feel so weak? why the hell did i put myself so weak? who can i go to? now i know; thats me in front of you. thats what i am in front of you. what should i do? i dont want feel this way. i feel like questioning myself so much. wasnt i so peaceful before when nothing happened. am i free. at least i am never too weak.

my mind's exploding. who can i turn to? people never understand. i cant speak what is going in my mind. too much. When the storm rises up when the shadows descend, where am i supposed to head? reality's too much. i would rather live in my own fantasty. my own dream. my own world and never wake up. when everything's crashing, when my heart's crying out, what should i do?

i have tons to do. i cant be bothered with all these useless stuffs.

sometimes, i thank you for being invisible.
even i face the night afraid and alone. still;
if thats what it takes. to you.