You knew when there were times where there is this thing called instinct that makes you feel like people around you is weird and acting, but when you questioned, they said nothing.
As if, you are the insane who keeps imagining.
At your weakest point you heard “hey, leave. You don’t deserve to live or to eat. Look at you just another dry meat around these people who is doing great, really it doesn’t matter if you are dying”
You get so confused; – you cry cry cry and cry until you, yourself gets so tired of your own god damn cry, just for you to figure out that you are not crazy and they are not all white.
Your thoughts were right, from the start it was so very right that you needed a break from life for a while, but all you ever did was, survived.