i wonder why i wrote this....

i'm feel really sicked with this cruelly world
i'm also sicked when i wrote this blog too
i wonder why??

Everyday means hard to breathe
everyday means being surrounded by regret
do we can survive?
just sit
and silences

a minute give me so much questions to answer
a second does not mean anything to me
sooner later, i'll lost everything...
on that moment
i'm just hoping...

From now on
i have to realise
this is the world
no body knows
what will happen next?
pity on me,
lament by the others
death is not only the answer
but a life before
when we are not here anymore
will be questioned by our ownself...
i wonder why again
do we have to figure out
what it is?
i wonder how?