It’s not the loneliness - which I can never seem to shake.
It’s not that my best friend – Is who used to be the love of my life and I can never have her.
It’s not that I lost my feelings towards her – while she was the only thing that I cared for.
It’s not my lack of ability to miss or feel – I am fine without them.
Not even the lack of the ability to choose my fate – and being dictated it by my country.
It’s the fact that, no matter what I do, what I try, what I think I want – I get bored of it, I dispose of it, I abandon.
Friends, Family, Hobbies, Music, Love, Knowledge, Studying, Travelling.
All, but void in my eyes, all dim and lightless, hopeless.
I want to die, because, simply, I cannot find a single reason to live for.