First came the scary, heart-thumping ride.
Then came the bomb.
I wonder why I'm still able to swallow everything. I wonder why I'm still trying to control.
Why do I even bother?
Have you ever considered my feelings?
I wonder if I can survive these 'games', these wars of silent words, these pretences anymore.
I want to go home and forget everything.
I really do.
Please friends in PJ, come and take me home.