STORY ABOUT MY LIFE

"i love you, take care!"
i felt her lips leaving mine and her arms unclasping from my waist—
it was the usual for us, a routine each time before we go 

i watched her tap her ezlink-card and walked the opposite direction 
that girl, she drives me nuts, and yet she loves me almost as much as my mother does 

ah yes—my mother, the most loving and understanding person in my eyes 
i am no rich man's son, but I sure am the product of two meritorious people who have showered me with unconditional love and support over the years

i'd consider myself lucky—to be granted my family, her, and great friends with humor that makes life a tad bit bearable 

but I still can't shake this feeling off me
it almost feels like it's latched on me for so long 

the sadness I feel, it feels so relentless,

and i don't know how, or i just can't seem make it go away

 my world is crumbling as each day passes,

and i'm doing nothing but watch it fall apart 

my reality is coming at pace so quick— 
the grave realization that I've to put myself first is now more crucial than ever

my life, as of now, mostly seems to be spiraling downwards
i seem to enjoy the darkest of night skies, perhaps because  it corresponds to that of my 
reality— faint of hope, brimmed with gloominess

the night sky is dark, and i reckon, is as dark as the coming days

how ironic it is, to be serving the nation — saving a country? 
i could barely save myself from my own demise 

sometimes it just gets too much for me to bear,

but i truly hate to worry any of those i love

life's a bag of kicks and pins, meant to bury me underground
the heavier the baggage of burden life gives me, the higher the desire to escape and hide forever 

but i know— i know that the more i run,

the faster they'll catch up to me 

looking at the way my life is going, i feel ever so strongly that my future is painted bleak 

Written for Anonymous, A.H