Instead of sleeping,
I'm awake.
Instead of looking at the stars in the sky,
I'm stuck in my room with piles of work
Instead of crying hopelessly,
I feel the emptiness inside me.
My sleepless night...
Thinking and thinking,
I wonder why.. why people come to my life,
To make me happy,
To comfort me,
But they're the one who makes me cry.
Reaching for help,
They don't hear it.
Telling my concerns,
They tell me I'm annoying.
Sharing my problems,
They say I need to get over it.
I don't know who I live for?
For myself?
For them?
Or.. for no one?
