I am all alone in this room.
With no intervention from outside.
I clutch a rose.
A thorny rose.
It's painful.
It slowly creep into my skin until blood flows out.
I'm hurting.
Seems my life is like that.
Truly, a good comparison indeed!
I'm lonely.
I don't have someone to lean on.
No friends to call on.
There's no one I could ask for help.
I'm totally hopeless.
I'm going through hell alone.
And everyone could see it.
I am but, a mere teenager who wanted to have a peace of mind.
Who wanted to stop the battle in my self.
It's doubtful.
Feels like I'm broken.
Broken and Doubtful.
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