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I questioned,
Where did I did wrong?
Where could have went better?
Was it this?
Was it that?
How could this happen?
Why did it happened?
I think I really need some time alone to myself.
Solitude.
Sort myself out.
Face,
Where do I even place it?
Buried beneath or too thick to be penetrated at all?
Seriously?
The image of thousand cuts over the same spot flashes across my mind.
Surrounded, Bonded.
I still ask myself,
What went wrong?
What did I miss?
Then I realize.
Perhaps, I had already screw up my life before there was even a solution.
The solution now is,
Now where is that life line to stop.
Drama people call it,
A transcript that said.
To me?
Probably it was always a fantasy.