Pain

This pain is still here.

Taking their chances to make me disappear.

And so, last message.

Dear Pain

Please sustain your plans to hurt me.

Let me feel the emptiness.

Let me be swept away by the waves of sadness.

I’m hoping a diver comes for the rescue.

But it's all a lie.

There is no "hope" in my mind.

I feel like I'm on the verge of acridity .

Every day.

It hurts so bad.

Sometimes,

Running in this torturous was very painful.

Cause it's like sticky fate.

Which cannot be separated.

I didn't ask "why".

I didn't find out either.

Just let this pain spreads to all the cells that I have.

Dear pain.

Do  I proper to ask why you are exist?