"are you stupid?" she asked.

she wasn't wrong most of the time. 

"nah. i' just have a strong interest on people like you"

i argued.

"you are indeed, stupid."

23

its that kind of feelings that you can't spit it out from your mouth.
its cold, i feel so cold inside. freezing cold.
i wished to be in santa's naughty list and get some coal to warm myself
i'd spend time in hell just to feel the warmth even for just a little bit

i'm slowly losing my way, but this time, i really don't mind.
to wherever fate takes me, to wherever this goes.
at least its not inside of my head, anywhere but there.
even for just a little bit.

its hard sharing space with a demon so big, it suffocates you
but sometimes i wish we could have a cigarette together
its getting lonely and i got nothing to lose anyway
its no use reaching up, i really don't need anything

my demon didn't ask me to build a wall so high
i guess i'm just too bitter to live
but much of a coward to die too
but nobody's checking.

me and everyone else,
we don't speak the same language no more
we don't walk in the same ground no more
we don't see the same sight no more

i feel freezing.
but maybe i'll get used to it
like i do with anything else that happened