Dark hours

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

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

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.

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

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

Why this silence feels so loud.

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


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