nothing

I feel like dying. Nothing much that I have done but my body feels so tired of this foolish game. Nothing is going to change. You keep the silence and I keep standing still. How is this going to work if we never make a move? Someday, somehow, maybe it is just the fate that we are not belong together. With my tears rolling down, it keeps sticking my broken heart together like glue. It needs time to holding on together. I thought the wall that I had made was strong enough. But, the smallest hole that I never been noticed made your scent blowing in and leaving scars. You are so heartless and I’m so invisible.