Please, find me.
Please, find me, because the reason to keep going is slowly slipping away from my sight. The inner turmoil that I have been keeping inside is now in range and ready to explode. Those silent curse I’ve mouthed many times are in the vast ocean of madness and is ready to be swept away by the wind. I’ve been on my knees, pleading, that even just for a while please, find me and save me from these thoughts that is slowly drowning me.
Please, find me, for I am at the tip of giving up. My mind is clouded with countless of thoughts saying that perhaps, the world would be a greater place for my loved ones if I weren’t here.
I know, I know, there are other people out there whose life is much worser than mine, but can I just say that please, find me? because this battle with myself is getting harder than it used to be.
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Please, find me, I am willing to be save I just need a little reminder that I am here for a purpose. I need a reminder that there are still people out there who believed in me and my capabilities to win in life. A reminder that despite of countless setbacks I can still pick up those shattered pieces and bring it back to life.
Please, find me.
