Of Them.

Recently,
I cannot quench this feeling,
That somehow I made a mistake towards my friends.

The atmosphere seemed tense,
But I cannot fathom what wrong did I do to them.

Maybe I was delusional,
Maybe I overthink about this,
But I don't really care anymore,
If I were to be left alone again.

One year left and all this will be just a long memory of my late-teen years,
And I will laugh about it,
Or face-palm myself because of idiocracy,
And the absurdity of it.

But for now,
I want to breathe again,
I want to live again,
And I want to stop punishing myself,
Just because someone gave up on me,
I don't want to give up on myself.

One door has closed,
But it opened up two more doors.

Later.

For now,

I just wants to sort everything out again,

My life,

My mind,

My heart.

A start.

That's all I want.