Dark hours

00:00
There is something wrong with my chest.
Like something crushing my lungs, or pressed my chest.

00:30
I want to stab it.
Or take this weird feeling out.

1:00
I can breath, but it feels weird.
I think my deep dark thoughts is trying to crawl out from my body.
I think she wants to see me breakdown.

1:30
As the clock ticking.
I become someone that have forgot how beautiful life is.

2:00
I can’t even describe how does it feels right now.

2:30
Why this silence feels so loud.

3:00
This is going to be over. Not now, not tomorrow.
But someday.
Isn’t it?