I wonder if I was meant for you.

Hold me back before I take a hard painful fall.

Before you hear a loud thud from up above.

Because I'm at the edge; five centimeters away.

My heart, can't you hear, the cracks of a whole in to million pieces from up above?

The frivolous nonchalant cries; never bothered.

I've begin to resort to something called... *secret*

As mentioned, I lost the sense of self-righteousness, approx three months back.

I was shattered into million pieces back then,

slowly picking up the pieces; I do not have much time left.

I really hope you're reading this, dear.

......because I'm losing, I hope it stops.

I'm at the edge of losing every sense reality.