-Habit of the lonely-

I am lost in the world, where many people are here..

But I go alone.. Living like a shadow, a memory from the past we throw

away in the corner and completely forgot.

Apart from hope, torn in two inside by the habit of being lonely

while nobody come to save me.

I fight to live, but with what purpose?

What is the way to go on like this..

I am a ghost.. Yet I am real.. With a will of my own.

I pretend its normal, that I have no friends and a reason to keep my

fate bright.

I contemplate my life, by closing the door of all the opportunities.

Locking it and sitting in my bed to figure what makes me happy

or sad.

With all that emotions that I piece together like a puzzle..

I try my best to make my life complete again.. Without

some parts that are missing evidentely.

I feel the pain, but yet I hold it in me.

Like a fire that consume me within..

I may be alone.. But I am not gone.

Tomorrow is another day, I must fight my way to stay alive.

Even if I feel tortured in my soul, I know its just temporary.

I must clear my mind, get back to where it all begins and end

the struggle of being out of touch with reality.

And so, I return from my present time.

Restarted my mindset, and felt light.

Understanding I am here for me, at least.

That life is better then being dead..

I am grateful for this existence til my last breath.

-The End-