15 years ago, they said i have lost half of my friends. And 15 years later, today, the world is watching in horror as my last remaining days on Earth are numbered. I missed my family and all my friends. The doctors can't help me anymore. For the past 5 years, they have been trying all kind of ways to help me. They started giving me anti-depressant not long after i lost Emma. She was gone, together with our unborn Sam.
People come and stay. They didn't stay long enough but it is enough to cause irreversible misery. Perhaps they shouldn't come in the first place. The damage unto us cannot be undone nor there is any remedy. What used to be our peaceful home has turned into a prison of some sort. They invaded our home and leave us only with a small area to continue our survival. Even that, we still can't live in peace. People come in drove as if we were some sort of exhibits. And they always claim how pity we are.Indeed, we are what we are today because of their irresponsible acts. We are suffering but sooner or later they will suffer just like us too.
Now, as i am puffing the cigar away, i am wondering why do i smoke in the first place. I don't like it at all but admittedly i am already an addict. Quitting shouldn't matter anymore, maybe this is my last puff.Maybe not, maybe is after tonight's dinner. Goodness! How cruel is all this! How can i make it all go away? Or should it be me who should go? But i never knew suicide. It is a human thing, not mine. Not ours! In the meanwhile, I just hope others will not follow my fate. ...Keeno, Last of the Orang Utan.
People come and stay. They didn't stay long enough but it is enough to cause irreversible misery. Perhaps they shouldn't come in the first place. The damage unto us cannot be undone nor there is any remedy. What used to be our peaceful home has turned into a prison of some sort. They invaded our home and leave us only with a small area to continue our survival. Even that, we still can't live in peace. People come in drove as if we were some sort of exhibits. And they always claim how pity we are.Indeed, we are what we are today because of their irresponsible acts. We are suffering but sooner or later they will suffer just like us too.
Now, as i am puffing the cigar away, i am wondering why do i smoke in the first place. I don't like it at all but admittedly i am already an addict. Quitting shouldn't matter anymore, maybe this is my last puff.Maybe not, maybe is after tonight's dinner. Goodness! How cruel is all this! How can i make it all go away? Or should it be me who should go? But i never knew suicide. It is a human thing, not mine. Not ours! In the meanwhile, I just hope others will not follow my fate. ...Keeno, Last of the Orang Utan.
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