Have you ever feel like there's something lost inside yourself?
Something you can feel, but you can't see.
It's almost feel like you don't know much about your own self. You wonder if it's really inside you or just wandering in your mind.
It's like nothing because you can't even see how it looks like or what it actually is.
The truth is you know how it's no longer nothing. It's something real that living inside your body. Even your blood can feeling it.
And that thing has been inside me for the past couple months.
I ask myself if it's only me who think that way.
I question myself if it's because something outside myself.
I don't even understand how life works, so how can I know something I can't even see.
Until I cry out of nothing.
I feel sad.
I feel bad.
I feel broke.
Suddenly, my life seems devastated.
I can feel my leg no longer and I don't even have any energy left to breath.
Then, I just surrender in the end.
I hope things will get better until I realize it only gets worse. Like a circle, it happens again and again.
A room inside myself that actually empty feels like keeping a secret full of pain and sadness.
The only thing I can do is to pretend that everything's fine.
I'll be okay.
I'll be fine.
There's no need to rush.
There's no need to worry.
I just need to survive.
I just need to be patient.
I have to hold it a little bit longer.
If I couldn't, my tears will be there to help me let it all out. No one need to know, because no one could help though. Besides, everyone must feel the same way.
"Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end." - Unknown
