cursed.

laughing.

teasing each other.

making fun on everything we want.

imitating others.

gossiping.

seemed fun.

sounded fun.

but i feel isolated.

isolated by my own feeling, my own self.

i am here.

with them.

we laughed our heart out.

we rolled on the floor.

kicking each others' butt.

pulling each others' hair.

but why do i feel a stab of pain inside my chest?

something is bleeding inside.

maybe when the tears couldnt come outside, it went the other way.

maybe thats why i feel pain.

tears are salty,right?

maybe that is why.

they say we can cure loneliness by giving.

i tried.

still inside, i feel empty.

and it is killing me softly.

i wanna rip my heart out.

so that i will not feel the pain.

so i will not feel anything.

yes.i like the idea of feeling nothing.

go away.

if u cant cheer me up,

do not waste your time staying here by myside.

if these laughs,and fun cannot cure the pain,

i'd better off alone.

we are wasting our precious time here friends.

maybe i will never cured from this pain.

its the curse i have to live in.

i am cursed.

no.

i am the curse.