Nighttime... my eager for death had become so strong now...
And again, I try to search for him but he's not around.
I know he's all I got and that he remains the only source
that I can somehow strive to get hope from... but I still
get upset every time he disappoints me over and over again
and instead of coming to me... he comes to the ones who
doesn't really want him, or doesn't actually NEED him.
But then again maybe he's smart or something like he knows
that time can or will be better.
Ok ok so I stuck some optimism in my so-called poem, what's
the harm in that?
I will always be waiting for you.