Not once, not twice,
But, a million times.
I spoke these words,
"I wished I could disappear in the world."
I'm so sick of standing
On this woeful ceiling.
I'm so tired of listening
To this ear-piercing silence.
This room has me,
And I only have misery.
This room is suffocating me,
And I still choose to stay.
For love never enters my room,
For love never dares to knock,
Probably, the door is rough,
That's why love is so tough.
Tears are drowning me;
But, I couldn't die.
I barely breathe;
But, I still live.
I always stare at the murky chandelier;
But, I still see things very clear.
I am still pathetic;
Like I am terminally sick.
There's the dreadful wall clock,
That sounds like a ticking bomb,
And this arrogant mirror,
That always look at me with pity.
I'm so sick of this very room of mine.
If Cupid exists,
Then, can he quickly strike an arrow
To my desperate heart?
I guess nobody knows my situation,
And nobody wants to help.
Am I the only one living this kind of life?
by: Silver Seagull
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