Rock Bottom
When I hit the rock bottom, I feel defeated. But as time goes on, I feel that I become kinder.
I understand people more than before. I understand their needs, their hopelessness. I want to help. But in my kind of situation, I can’t, yet. I wish I could. I wish I could help them ease their worries. Bring their smile that had been taken away with their struggles.
Cause I know that feeling too. I’ve been silent for some time. I have zero appetite. Eating to live, not living to eat. I know how much they want their life to be better, but the answer is still no.
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That’s okay, at least I’m still living. I still have time. I’m glad that at least I can change. Now I rarely think about dying anymore. Cause I want to live a little longer. To solve my problem. To wake up and choose the right things.
I want to help people. That was what I wanted since I was 13 years old. To help people like I am.
Now I just wish God would help me to achieve what I want to be true.
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