Sometimes I don’t want any
Don’t wanna meet people
Eat,
Or talk
Just monologuing through the written words in the corner of my room
Not wanting to be angry, though I’m mad
Not wanting to sleep, though I’m tired
Not wanting to cry but keep the problems on me
Won’t say
To any
Just me, and me
Thinking about living, lies, nothing
Trapped and lost
11.13 pm (Umi Marfathonah)
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