Vandal

There's too many things inside me.

There's too much longing in me.

There's too much cry.

There's too much sorrow.

I can't make it.

I can't cry though I want.

I can't love for I will love too much.

I can't get into for I will run away.

I can't run away for there is no hiding.

I can't build for I destroy.

I am little.

I am scared.

I am a destroyer.

Can't go fast for I will blow.

Can't discover more for I will jump.

Why do I need others helping me.

What I can do is meaningless for I do not exist alone.

My humanity cannot rise above the very being I am.

I cannot be an object and a subject.

Why do we need others?

Why can't we just shut the doors and end our days in peace.

Why do we distrub ourselves all the time.

Why do I have to have all these feelings inside me?!

Why there has to be pain?

How much longer?


I am getting weak for I start to feel.

I don't know how should I feel...