Setting alone here, I can sympathize with my grandmother when she told me to stay with her, beside her because she didn’t want to stay alone. I can hear the voices loud inside my head, I can’t see clearly and I don’t want to talk or say anything, I just want to stay silent.

September: For a scattered soul

I’ve never spent September’s nights in hospital before, I sleep in room number 3 with 5 patients with me, every one of them has its own unique story. I’m crying again, I remembered how horribly I’m living, no one gives me a helping hand, reversely they’re trying to vanish every breath of me. My goalContinue reading “September: For a scattered soul”