Why does it have to be so tiring?
Why is everything crumbling down from my world?
Why?
I thought the closer we got, the friendship would last longer. Was I wrong? Was it me who pushed them away? I don't know anymore. Even so, I blame everything on ME. Maybe if I changed, things would get better?
What is happiness? I ask myself that everyday. The only reason I ever dare to wake up every morning is to wake up to the sun and feels its warmth that I've slowly been losing. Sometimes I wish I could never wake up from my sleep.
Would they even care if I no longer existed? Would it be worth worrying over for them? I wish I could be the Sun. I dream to be that big ball of everlasting energy that I wake up to every morning.
"Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality."
--Emily Dickinson
