#978

I couldn't sleep at night.
Thinking about when the time will come.
So I'll stop worrying.
When I could waiting the next day while enjoying the moment.

When I can tell I'm okay and don't fake it.
When will I say everything truthfully.
So I don't have to hide anything.
When will I laugh because I'm happy.
And crying whenever I want to.

I wish the time will come,
so I will stop waiting for the night,
I don't have to hug my self in my blanket and let my pillow soaked.

I wish the time will come,
when I could say that finally the storm had gone,
the hardship will finally paid off.

But I couldn't lie
that I'm affraid
storm make me drown.
the time will stop
and the end is now.