Ailing

I wanna tell you something.

But please just let it be if I make mistake

I’m not the yankee who are fluent in their language.

Tue, April 7 2015

I almost cry, because today

I was abandoned

With pain no mercy

But I realize that I just live once and why I stay here?

Coldly

In the end, I pretend to be fine, and well now I’m really fine.

What the he*l with those stupid problem!

Im workin’ hard to lovin’ my self! So please don’t try disturb me.

Dear rebellion.

I know I was wrong, I’m sorry.

That day, I just afraid that I will awake in the evening

This pain never gone, with those memory.

The prestige…

The purge…

The ailing…

And healing

Lord, forgive me.