Beaten

I am dead by now

You do not make me feel the same by now

It’s so painful that I almost forgot how to be me

How does it feel to be around you?

How fun it is just to be able to walk beside you and looking into your eyes?

The eyes that have so much mysteries, miseries

The eyes that looking for something that have no idea what they are looking for

I was beaten to death when I know, there’s nothing I can do to keep looking into those eyes