In the midst of the early morning.
Too tired to wake, too conscious to sleep,
too hurt to cry, too complicated to think,
too deep to understand why.
Too massive this tumult has been.
it has occured to me i live in such a pattern i'm unconsciously aware i'm making. the same mistakes over and over again. like a mask it hid from me.. till it hit me right in the face. i. am. alone. without source of happiness. without source of inspiration, happy will only be happy. life would only be life.
and it is all because of me
i keep making the same mistakes, over and over again. pushing everyone away, being so fickle minded. being .. so selfish. and yet.in the end,hurting myself. i love you.
i love you, who?
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