Those times..

NJ

Those times..

I hate it when I have sleepless night..

Waking up suddenly, and realise reality is what it is..empty..

I hate it when I can barely eat,

Because the things that makes me full is not food..

I hate it when I always think about one thing..

When the only thing I think is the one I cannot think about..

I hate when this feeling comes,

Where your heart feels like being crush in your own hand..

The feeling is strongest at night..

When I was the weakest..

I hate this part..

I hate this part where I miss you...