I feel my heart pumping slower.
As I slowly cry to my slumber.
Maybe I wasn't good enough.
I'm a bad person, I suppose.

The feeling in my heart.
I can only describe it as "hurt".
But it wasn't just anything ordinary.
That even my best friend hates me.

Enough is never enough.
Never soft or tough.
Yes, he was just a gecko at sense.
But he is also a living essence.