05. Inadequate.

I'm not a poet.

I'm not even better myself.

But I have few things to say about things in my life.

It feels like I'm about to fall again.

Fall deep in the middle of the ocean of pain, loneliness.

All by myself.

And the worst thing about that is;

No one ever realized that I'm walking towards the ocean.

At all. Even the people who has been telling me to stay strong.

Even people who has been telling me that I'm beautiful.

Even people whom I've been telling them my life about.

It's not like I'm terribly sad or anything.

It's just for the fact that it kills me slowly.

It's just for the fact that it pains so much.

It's just for the fact that--

no one ever tries to make it better.

And truth for everyone--

I am no longer strong.

I am no longer who I used to be.

My inner-self is no longer who I used to be.

You may se me laughing.

But that's just something I do to conceal everything.

I.

Feel weak.