Of watching my back
Being the least priority
Forever waiting
Not talking deep.
Of missing those who aren't around
Missing my old friend, Bin
Wanting him to be alive
Daydreaming I could still talk to him
Wishing he's here to hug me - now!
Of writing things my lips cannot utter
Complaining about stupid things
Hating cerebral talks
Liking to be alone.
Of getting tired from learning
Yet loving learning so much
Forgetting things am not supposed to
Not forgetting the dreaded.
Of giving up easily
Holding on to those who slows me
Keeping my good side intact
Yet I feel like embracing the other side.
Of waking up to see a stalker's message
Getting scared all together
Wishing something sharp to struck me
Render me my death sentence.
