blue umbrella

There are some things that I think are not so easy that they can be changed. But it can be changed. It's strange...but it actually happened.

The accompaniment of the song slowly rose. It was an international song that was pleasant to listen to.

The mirror never lies to anyone. And I don't see myself in there.

This sentence is so familiar...it seems to me every time and always. But probably not...right? I just love this song It really doesn't suit me at all.

Hey!

A loud sound rose in his throat. His face suddenly became pale, dull and lifeless, and a teasing smile appeared on his face. I leaned back against the head of the bed, my hair unsightly and messy, caressing my face. I felt annoyed but just left it like that.

The figure of a woman amidst the darkness, surrounded by loneliness, loneliness, loneliness in a depressing square room. There was music playing in the background, a gloomy melody. It's like they're mocking life and everything. Loud noises emanating from time to time to make one feel sad.

I chose to close my eyes and listen to the music that continued to play. My hands were too white and pale. Holding the cutter is definitely covered in blood. Both his arms trembled with pain. The trail was a deep, frightening wound. Even though it hurts, I can't fight the deep wound in my heart.

Crimson blood dripped onto the floor in large and small spots. Both of his arms were bleeding non-stop. I opened my eyes with warm water dripping from my eyes like blood that kept flowing out.

I gripped the cutter tightly before dropping it. Hug your knees sadly The sound of sobbing mixed with the music. Red, bruised lips that he tried to bite to hold back a trembling cry.

I'm tired, I'm hurt, I'm terrified of being alone. No one understands me at all.

None... none at all

It's not over yet.