everytime i stand, i feel likely going to faint down.
but sometimes, they are all you've got.
my body is weaker.i start to eat, but my apetite has lost.
my mom keep telling me my fault
when im with anyone&anything, i pretend to be little bit ok.
and when it comes to be alone in here,
i prefer the dark room with the songs keep playing, like they understand my heart.
don't do it again
tomorrow, sun will come again.
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