Blood passing through my veins,

Defining pain when it bleeds out.

Each scratch, leaving scars,

Showing evidences that

I am left alone.

I feel like a chick

Who can't break its shell.

Crumbled like a paper

And crippled by my own thoughts.

I shut my eyes.

See the mistakes I have done

And found out none.

Why do I get eliminated?

Why am I the only one to get beaten up?

I couldn't find the reason.

They hurt me again.

I can see the bruises on my face.

I can feel the wounds in my heart.

What's happening to me?!

Why is this happening to me?!

Why am I not allowed to stay happy?!

Why can't I rise my voice against them?!

I heard someone say sorry,

It's no one else.

I, myself saying sorry

For being weak,

For being afraid,

For being a loser.

I can do nothing else.

Except hurt myself.

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