Streams

I don't know why...

Lately I always think.

What will I become 10 years from now...

Where I will be in the future...

Until one morning I found myself greatly depressed.

I refused to pull the covers of my window because I was too ashamed to face the morning light.

Crystal of tears fell onto my cupped hands right in front my face.

I covered my eyes because I didn't want to see my own reflection on the mirror.

I felt guilty because I might have hurt someone I care so much yet I don't know I did.

I realized how small and puny I am when I'm alone.

I promised myself to treat everyone better but still...

The depression still stayed.

It was persistent, torturing me until I cried again.

Now the feeling is still there, waiting until I let my guard down and strike me until I succumbs...

And the tears will fall again, I know it...