making me even lonelier
but I can get used to it again
I do

She listens to every word they said,
every problem they had,
but where are them?
when she is drowning?

She is like a pond,
but fill with tears,
in the end,
all the fish die in it.

The wind used to pass by me,
touching my body,
making every nerve on my body feels.

But I feel nothing recently,
It's not that the wind stops blowing,
But I guess it just me,
I'm the one that has something wrong.

Sometimes you're so scared of being hurt again,
so you lock yourself in a room with no window, no door,
not even a hole for the wind to reach you.

You lock yourself away from fears,
but also every other thing.