it is not easy to fake a smile
like before,
and everyone can see this now.
i ask for isolation, but
i hate it.
it is like the darkness in the middle of a street
when you can't see anything
but around you is
everything.
i forget reasons to make myself
believe it is easy
to forgive the things i have done.
i accept that life went wrong.
and just like every candle flame,
it will burn out and run dry
sooner or later.
