the truth can't speak for its own,cause they are silent

How's the feeling of passing everyday with a guilt?

how's the day going on with a smile,

& the night dragging on with a terrible nightmare?

life goes on with fear chasing my back,

every night without fail.

feeling death tired, yet, dare not to sleep,

too afraid of dreaming the same faces turning their back upon me.

why every time the person who give up in this game,

always been accused as the wrong & evil 1?

why can't just respect my choice?

or maybe have a look at my view,

before you judge.

there is nothing more killing than the word of month,

i'm weaken by all those things i saw & i heard,

i know. i should have faith with my choice,

and time will bring the memories on.

yet, i can't.

if you can judge me so,

thinking life is so fair & great to me,

why i felt i'm just like a murderer,

making me feels,

there is no point to apologies when you already killed somebody,

that's the guilt i carry on for my choice.

i take every single matter in my life seriously,

i mind & i care, everything & anything.

what make's you judge so?