I'm crazy

July 8, 2012

i want to disappear.
i'm afraid of my father.
I'm afraid of my mother.
i'm afraid of my teacher.
I'm afraid of tomorrow.

Because what I did is sinful.
I broke the tv's remote control,
My mother's angel box, the glass, I hadn't made an advertisement for tomorrow.

I'm so worried. I want to die. I had always wanted to die. But good things happen to me which make me forget
about committing suicide.

My soul wants to cry out loud. My soul wants to be free from this trouble.

I want to cry so much. But my mother hates crying girls. My father thinks of me as noisy when I cry.

Can I cry? I tried to stop crying. But I don't feel better. It's raining. The sky is sad too.