Believe

I know that I still believe in something, but I'm no longer have a clear picture of the thing; slowly, I felt that I'm loosing the grip, loosing the strength to hold on...

I wished to question the reason for the cruelty. I wished to question the reason for myself being in this stupidity. But I know there will never be an answer, even there is, it won't be the answer I want.

A close of eyes, a picture of both of you comes in. A close of eyes, a sound of thing being torn is clearly heard and felt. If our pictures are all torn up and threw away by you, then, it's the same with my heart and my soul. 

Cold treatment from you, sentences that show your feeling towards him... If I'm such a bug that you wished to remove, then, I shall leave; I will just continue to be the shadow that always have your back covered, that always accompanying you silently...