Tears trickle from the corner, trailing my hairline and along my jawline. My hands are cold and shaky. The chaos in my head boom so loud it broke the silence of a night. I can never get peaceful can I?
It is as though I died over and over again every night. And who said only cats have nine lives. Every night was a desperate cry for morning to come. A cry for someone to brave me through the night. But mornings, they make me realise that I was so alone cos no one ever come to my rescue.
They all leave one by one. Maybe it's time for me to leave too.