Kitty Insomnia

I feel that way....
That I was made of stone.
Feelingless......was the way to describe me.
I feel no appetite to eat...
So not me right?
I don't feel the need to sleep...
Insomniac....
Must be the stress....
I can't feel pain...slicing through my fingers...
But I can feel the pain in my heart when you stab me right through the chest.
It hurts yes...
No one promise that it won't hurt...
Who am I to kid anyway.

I can hardly breathe....
Metaphorically and of course literally.
Why you asked me?
Let's just say that there are some people who happens to be my good friend....and who are addicted to nicotine.
I'm dying...I can feel it.
I wonder how long can I stand this.....this crap all together!

It's never enough wasn't it...?
For me to go down.....it was never enough.
I knew it!

It's 2.05am and I'm pretty much rambling....
What am I to do when you're not around?
I promise that I'll be good....
I promise to be strong....
But nothing goes away.....it just keeps on pilling like heavy load pf mountains on my back...
One after another....

I want to get away...
Far from this misery....
Before I could catch my last breath...
I just want to tell you how much I've missed you.....







p/s: why is that eventually you'll leave me alone? why?