See Me Again Next Time Desnia Pretisya Who am I to make myself important enough to the world? Must I stay selfless yet unhappy living my life? Should I speak the unspoken word? Or should I keep silent and run away? The near possible options couldn’t make it easier, If I still found myself sitting in the darkest corner. It took a while to figure out what I ever wanted, So far, quitting might be the best choice. I’m right here, next to the pillar, Leaning back, watching the leaf fly away, Carried by the wind in the air, I wonder if there's a way I might decide to go. I’m right here, on my bed, Neither sleep nor rest, But overwhelmed by the sorrow in my chest, Carried my emotional outburst. I feel lost, yet I’m in my own house. I couldn’t say that here is my home. The house just protects me from the outside, But the sorrows are under this roof. So I ran outside, to make myself feel, Am I living in my home? Or am I going to find my home? Neither of those feelings bothers my heart. So...
Thoughts aren't that bad at all