i wake up at seven pm and fall back to sleep because i hate the silhouettes i see from outside my door.

i call out your name in my dreams and i wake up in sweat because i hate thinking 'bout people who don't think of me anymore.

they say, "don't worry. when the angels come to sing, they'll set you free."

but the days go by and nothing changes. so i guess they lied to me.

repeating the same mistakes everyday. i cannot seem to stop caring. as if the person i want will ever look back at me, i hold on to the same feelings.

my friends are temporary and i know everything else is. so why do they ask me what i hate about living?