Grateful...

I must say thanks to few friends,

Well,

Although they weren't by my side,

They still willing to spend money calling overseas,

Using lame excuses,

But touching, and warm...

I'm fine, not thinking going suicide, relax guys,

Maybe what makes me recovered that fast were all of your warmth calls...

Don't spend any money calling me again, please,

It's because I don't wanted you all ask redemption from me,

I'm not that rich...

I'll be back as soon as possible,

I won't run away from you guys...

I must say to you all again,

Thank You, I'm Fine...

What left with me...

After what happens,
My soul was twisted with sadness, tired, pain, tears, emptiness, and something different,
Freedom...
I don't know why, but I felt something left me,
Like an old friend,
Giving me a good bye hug,
Telling me that everything will be just fine,
He/She'll take away what's bothering me...
But, till the end,
I have to face everything by my own...
What's left with me...
Is just what I'm owning...
My last memories, and broken soul...

What I have, are different from you...

You might have beautiful and silky black hair,
But I have light grey hair, different from you...

You might have beautiful and strong wings, full with pureness, giving out blessings,

But I have dark and weak wings, full with nightmares, giving out suffer...

You might have pure-hearted wishes to all you loved,

But now, what left with me was poisons that nobody wants...

You might think I'm mentalsicked for a long time,

Indeed my answer is:"Yes"...

You might think I'm over-passive and need medication,

Indeed I'll tell you:"Are you going to pay for my bills or I shall send you in instead?"...

You might think I'm a devil, holding own's bitter, refused to share,

Well, I tell you:"What I have, are different from you..."...

We can learn to share,

But till the end,

We are from different planet...

As a friend will be better,

As an enemy,

Answers are with you...

Where will it goes...???

Where shall we stop thinking about the past...???

When we past away...???

When shall we start remembering about the memories...???

When we are near the crossing line...???

What should we do in the waiting period...???

What we should do rather than just waiting...???

What should we carry with...???

What we should carry as our soul support...???

Where will it goes...???

Where will be the end of a journey...???