voice

Don’t write depressing poems from now on…okay?

I will try not to but I can’t guarantee you

I write what I feel and may be I am depressed

That’s why I write such poems...

his voice echoed….

I then stop typing for a while and then closed my eyes thinking that he might show up from somewhere. I don’t know. I knew nothing.

I wish I can just pack my heart and mail it to you. Of all the things that happened, now I have come to realized that I thought I was hurting others but I was hurt the most, I was hurt deep and I know it would be hard for me to recover.

It was hard but then I chose to stay alone, maybe I was a lonely person. I wish I can make everyone happy but I am good for nothing.