It's 12°C at present,
A cold day of december as usual.
This year, I cogitate everything is too much
Maybe I'm at an end.
Today my menstruation has started
And it's the first time,
When the cramps have gone worst
I'm feeling sick, sometimes want to spew.
Mom asked me to take rest.
I'm laying on bed
Watching videos on phone,
Suddenly a sweet piano melody gets me.
It's about a girl having her time
With her lover.
I envision them as us
And surprisingly,my pain has faded.
I feel butterflies instead
And it has softened my mood.
But my eyes,my heart
What about them?
My tears are coming out
And I now, don't care about this world.
You're so far
I puzzle about if it's possible though.
I've stopped the video
Because I want to hear your voice.
I put earplugs in
And play your song.
The suffering of ten minutes ago senses so weak.
I think you're my vigour,
The power who can show me who I'm.
I hate it,
I hate that you've such influence on me.
So take me where is no you
There I'll have my final sleep.
Maybe it'll scratch one more time
But I'll be okay.
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