Hurt.

My eyes.

Started to small in size because of the non stop crying. The tears streaming down my face every time I shut my eyes. Anything I do, I end up crying.

My feelings, my mind.

They wanna break the wall.
Insists to drown into a depth of water and welcoming danger, instead of wanting to be saved.

My body.

Ready to be hurt. To feel the same pain of tortured like the rest of them. Waiting it to be done so that I won't focus on my pain inside this, but, out here. right on my skin.

I'm just that weak..
And lost.