They Want Me Dead.

I'm tired.

Literally tired.

I keep getting a lot of pressure,

And no one could help.

Everyday,

I woke up at 7 AM,

Go to work,

And sometimes, I ended up in the next morning.

I work really hard.

I've been handling another things at work too.

And it's fucking ridiculous.

This place is hell.

I've been facing a lot of things too at home.

One loves to yell, other is unreliable.

I can't even have a proper rest here.

This place is a mess.

I can't handle the pressure.

They just fuck me right on my face.

No one could help.

Or maybe, no one cares.

Oh, and my loved one doesn't understand, I guess.

He didn't pay attention.

He didn't ask what's going on.

Back to his nature, well, he's that kind of person.

And another pressure is checking in.

They say I should go on to the next level.

Yes, marriage.

Yes, fuck with that.

Back in the days,

I really want to get married when I was twenty something.

But now, maybe it's just a joke.

How can you get married if your loved one has no interest in it and feel rush about it?

I'm tired.

This place is hell.

My life is a mess.

And my loved ones don't understand.

I need to go on by myself.

I won't ask them to understand or feel the pressure inside me.

But I want them to see,

What kind of animal I have become if I give up.

I don't need help.

I don't need your arms.

I don't need your tears.

All I need is life, and air to breathe.