I just hide in a corner and cry, hoping somebody will hear me, lend me a hand, hold me up, give me a hug.

Why things always happen to me, why do I always have to know things that I don't want to know?

What have I done? Why did I do all these things? Where is that sense of security? What will happen in the future? Am I going to survive all these?

Where is his freedom?

Where is the trust?

Where am I heading to? How has things turn this sour? Why is my heart so weak? Why am I so paranoid?

How much does it take to satisfy my hungry heart?

But I am so afraid, so afraid of losing, so afraid of having to start everything all over again. So afraid of giving in everything yet it's a bottomless hole.

How did things even started?

I am so tired, tired of crying, tired of thinking otherwise.

I think I am breaking down soon.