1 min readAug 30, 2020


She is lonely and she can’t share her loneliness

She is drowning in a deep sea where she can’t pull anyone with her

She is dying slowly and she can no longer bare this pain inside the bones of her chest

She can no longer feel joy, she can no longer feel alive

She is drowning in a sea of agony and despair

She is burning herself with the flames inside her heart

Her room is everywhere she wants to be, and her pillow is all she wants to hug

Her stuffed animal is the only one with whom she wants to talk and let everything out

The voices inside her head are pulling her to the deepest black ocean where no sunbeam can penetrate the surface

Sun, are you still there, with your shinny laughters and contagious beautiful energy ?

Or is it an everlasting sunset ?

Where’s your sunrise ? When will tomorrow arrive ?




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