i am tired,
the same cycle goes on again
with the emotion becoming into a chaotic tragedy
yet the expression is trapped in a rejected void..
I ask myself, why do I always end up in that traumatic state,
that revealed that I was no longer that perfect little girl.
i'm not her anymore
they all miss her,
they all wished she was here.
i miss her too
she will never come back
thats what stings them,
i cry for help,
but they don't know who am i
so i continue in that cycle,
until
i am tired once again.