My heart which clad in hatred are the things that weight me down. As I can no longer sing. Nor the words flows from my mind.

To obsess with perfection. Every little things became too much to bear. Might I be losing my way. Then again.. If only I can forget all the things which pains me. Might I be able to forget the pain.

If only I can give an end to everything. A closure for this play.