It's A Tragedy, for me

I search my contact numbers

looking for someone I can really talk to

But I noticed,

there is no one I can talk to.

How pathetic.

Can people erase mistakes done;

I wish I could, truly wishing I can.

There are so much I want to tell.

So much...

Somehow, telling either one can possibly fail me.

I hate growing up.

I hate people living around those scary rumours.

I learnt lessons from people;

Never gossip around;

Never bother what is not related with you.

For one second,

It's bad that I hope I am deaf.

Hope that I can always live in my imaginary perfect space.

I hope I can never knew anything.