I want to go back to where he is.
My heart may not take it for very long.
Can't stop looking at his photo with me.
Would not stop wanting to call him.
But I don not have much money to call.
He also do not have enough money to call.
Someone just shoot me.
I need to feel pain on the outside.
So that the pain inside can subside.
But I can't hurt myself anymore.
I only can keep the pain inside till I meet him again.
Don't blame me if I go crazy.
Ate and vomit out my food, I'm crazy.
But, no, I won't go for those counseling.
I had too many of that.
Hate it so much that I skipped them.
So what if I have problems, huh?
Stupid teacher.
Netball people also don't know what I'm going through.
Anyhow scold me.
What's their problem?
But with God, I can bare all that longer.
One day, I'll fly back there, where he is.