In a little while from now
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it’s like when you’re shattered

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to well wouldn’t do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much, as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God and His mercy
Or if He really does exist
Why did He desert me in my hour of need

Life, never really belong to you.
I chanced to watch a tv program about youth suicide problem,  and it was interviewing a mother whose son killed himself due to pressure.

She cried, with grief and remorse, and her voice was hoarse and intertwined with agony,
" I never give you up, never....."

The report said when one person commits suicide, on average there are six to seven people around that person who are so depressed and are prone to suicide.

Perhaps, life never really belong to a sole individual
and perhaps, the value of living is built on the premise of another human, who will cry for you and say
" I never give you up" when you die.
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Nothing has happened, yet I seriously need a break. Sorry to my buddies whom I often miss your calls or forget to return your calls. I am very tired and I just need a break.
Sometimes, I really want to leave everything behind and go to another place where nobody knows who I am.

Maybe,
one day you will find me gone.